#opal book

“I’m still in hell,” Dawson replied. “And if you get in my way, I will drag you down with me”

“If wishes were fishes, we’d all throw nets, right? Isn’t that what they say?”

So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day…There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?…I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.

I shot him a look. "That bouncer was really big." His lips quirked. "Oh, Kitten, see, I try not to say bad things." "What?" The grin spread. "I would say size doesn't matter but it does. I would know." he winked, and I let out a disgusted groan. He laughed.

You burn bright, to me at least, and I know you could handle it, but the last thing I want is your light to be tainted by something so dark.

If wishes were fishes, we'd all throw nets.

Daemon:I feel like I need to mark my territory. Katy: Shut up. Daemon: Oh, I love it when you get all bossy-pants. It’s sexy.