"There are some graves that make nothingness visible, like those out in the desert, far from trees and water. There is no companionship for the sleeper there, who burns in the summer heat and freezes in the winter cold, as if he continues to die forever, where death has no metaphor in sleep."
Sayfa 70 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
Dante captured my mouth in a proper kiss, and the party, the music, the guests…they were all gone, obliterated by the heat of his touch.
It seeped into my chest and my veins, filling me with warmth from the inside out.
The type that existed only when you reached the end of a long journey... and found home.
Sayfa 450Kitabı okudu
Those eyes had always done so much to his insides. As a boy, he hadn’t understood what the heaviness in his chest had been. As a man, he was learning. She had looked up at him with her claws bared to the world, her hate, her heat, and now her heart, all his for the taking.
She unmanned him, this little woman with the soul of a warrior.
Her first instinct was to safeguard the tunnels leading to her nest. She roared and lurched, sniffing through every side chamber and alcove. Then she traced and retraced her steps, returning each time to count her eggs. Eleven. Each time when she returned she saw only eleven. Finally, she had calmed enough to know what had happened. She began to shriek, cries steeped in pain and sorrow and rage. Her body shook with anguish, and she withheld her body heat from her nest.
Now…” He leaned over me, those damned tempting full lips curled into a saucy smirk. “How long are you going to ignore that little problem of yours?”
I frowned, self-consciously squeezing my legs together. “What problem?”
His smirk widened. “You are dripping at the sight of me.”
Blood flooded my cheeks, and heat flooded between my legs. I sputtered, looking away — but I couldn’t deny him. I couldn’t lie.
“Fuck you,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome to.”
Rae-Leon.Kitabı okudu
He kissed her— softly, simply, expertly.
He kissed her— until her knees turned to jelly and heat invaded her belly.
He kissed her— without his tongue, without his hands, without his body.
Just his lips—soft, firm, present—on hers.
Dante captured my mouth in a proper kiss, and the party, the music, the guests... they were all gone, obliterated by the heat of his touch.
It seeped into my chest and my veins, filling me with warmth from the inside out.
The type that existed only when you reached the end of a long journey... and found home.
“Glad to know you’re thinking about me when you kiss your husband.”
Heat flushed her cheeks. “I’m not thinking nice things.”
“Even better.”
Evangeline and JacksKitabı okudu
Rüyalarımızın erkeğisin tabii ki seni gördük aşkım
“You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.”
Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was having a nightmare.”
“It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.”
Evangeline and JacksKitabı okudu
"Do you remember the one about the nightingale? Something about a kiss and a goodbye. I can't recall it anymore." ... When he closes his eyes, he remembers - he remembers! - just for moment - the taste of her lips. The heat of her kiss. Ginny with a hint of lime. "But when the band starts playing, I'll know it's from you."
Sayfa 248Kitabı okudu
Ruca nasıl yerdi?
Inside, the ruca was a round dome about twelve feet across and five and a half feet high at its tallest part. At the center a wood fire burned in a stone circle; the smoke was drawn up and out through the only aperture in the roof, above the bonfire, and all around the wall was a little platform covered with wooden blankets, where we sat in a circle. The heat was intense, but bearable, the air smelled of something organic - mushrooms or yeast - and what little light there was came from the fire. There was a bit of dried fruit - apricots, almonds, figs - and two jugs of iced tea.
İçeride ruca, yaklaşık on iki fit genişliğinde ve en yüksek kısmı beş buçuk fit yüksekliğinde yuvarlak bir kubbeydi. Merkezde taştan bir daire şeklinde bir odun ateşi yanıyordu; Duman, şenlik ateşinin üzerindeki çatıdaki tek açıklıktan yukarıya doğru çekilip dışarı çıkıyordu ve duvarın her tarafında, daire şeklinde oturduğumuz, tahta battaniyelerle kaplı küçük bir platform vardı. Sıcaklık yoğundu ama katlanılabilirdi, havada organik bir koku vardı -mantar ya da maya- ve az da olsa ışık ateşten geliyordu. Biraz kuru meyve (kayısı, badem, incir) ve iki sürahi buzlu çay vardı.
Sayfa 181Kitabı okudu
Isn't it what psychiatrists are supposed to do? Listen in silence. He never asked me what happened, only what I'd felt at that moment, in telling it, and I would describe the heat on my skin, the palpitations in my chest, the weight of a crushing rock. He asked me not to reject those sensations, to accept them without analyzing them, because if I was brave enough to do that, they would open like boxes and my spirit could break free.
Psikiyatristlerin yapması gereken de bu değil mi? Sessizlik içinde dinlemek. Bana hiçbir zaman ne olduğunu sormadı, sadece o anda neler hissettiğimi anlatırken, tenimdeki sıcaklığı, göğsümdeki çarpıntıyı, kırılan bir taşın ağırlığını anlattım. Benden bu duyguları reddetmememi, onları analiz etmeden kabul etmemi istedi, çünkü eğer bunu yapacak kadar cesur olsaydım, kutular gibi açılırlardı ve ruhum özgür kalırdı.
Sayfa 249 - MayaKitabı okudu
Yüksek libidolu çiftim benim
"So," she said cautiously, "is all this your way of telling me you're the villain?"
His chuckle was dark. "I'm definitely not the hero."
"I already knew that," Tella said. "It's my story, so clearly I'm the hero."
His mouth tipped up at both corners, and his eyes sparked, growing as hot as the finger now reaching out trace her jaw. "If you're the hero, what does that make me?"
His finger dipped to her collarbone.
Heat spread across her chest.
"I'm still trying to figure that out."
"Would you like my help?" Dante dropped his hand to her hips.
Tella's breath hitched. "No. I don't want your help.... I want you."
Dante's gaze caught on fire and he took her mouth with his.
Sayfa 356Kitabı okudu
"You are not your father's daughter, and there's no orchard in the world far enough from the tree your apple fell from." His arms tightened around me, the heat from his body cocooning me. "He won't break you, because I won't let that happen. Not ever."
