One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

— Melissa Marr

Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.

— Melissa Marr

She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "Wow" she whispered (.....)" Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow

— Melissa Marr

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

— Melissa Marr

Stomach smiled in the way of the falsely modest and added, "Forgive me for not standing, but I can't find the energy just yet."the answering heat flare was enough to raise the temperature in the cave, enough to explain the fine sheen of sweat on Stomach's body. It wasn't comfortable, but it was useful at hiding the truth. He waited as Keenan's gaze took in the candles, the glasses beside the bed, and the fact that Stomach was seemingly naked. There were moments in every fairy's life that were too perfect to have been planned, and Stomach was having just such a moment as he reclined in Riga's bed grinning while the fairy who had caused such upheaval in Riga's life—and in their desert—very obviously misinterpreted the clues.

— Melissa Marr

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

— Melissa Marr

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.

— Melissa Marr

The time for equivocation has passed. You can stop this at any point by telling me we will rule the court apart from a distance, but until you do so"-he let liquid sunlight drip onto her skin-"I'm playing for keeps. I'm not a mortal, Aislinn. I'm the Summer King, and I'm done pretending to be anything other than that." He leaned down and said, "We could be amazing together." Then he was gone.

— Melissa Marr

We are what we are, Dial, neither as good nor as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

— Melissa Marr

We are what we are, neither a good nor as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

— Melissa Marr