421 Quotes by Susan Ee

Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. “If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.” He gestures toward my opponent rolling on the ground with his hands cradling his package.

My mother is nowhere to be seen, and I can only assume she is giving me the professional courtesy of letting me deal with my “personal demon” in private.

Aw, true love.” Howler lands on the boat, rocking it. “It makes me want to puke. Doesn’t it make you want to gag too, Hawk?” “I never thought it was a good idea in the first place,” says Hawk as he lands beside Howler. “Eternal damnation is what I get for listening to you lot.” “How’s the flesh wound, boss?” Howler shows off his forearm that glistens with his raw, skinless muscles. “Want to compare and see who gets bragging rights?

You went to the aerie?” My voice wavers a little as I look back and forth between my mom and sister. “You risked your lives to rescue me?

But Pooky Bear made me special. I was more than just a girl with it. I was an angel killer.

What were you wrong about?” I ask in all seriousness. He throws me a glare, looking like he might not answer. “About Daughters of Men.” “Oh? We’re not all freakish, repulsive animals who sully your reputation?” “No, I was right about all that.

He doesn’t seem at all embarrassed that they assume we made out.

What about the Watchers?” “They’ve chosen to stay with me. They never had the prejudices against Daughters of Men anyway, which was their problem to begin with. I’m afraid your people might have their hands full with them.

Raffe kneels down and places me on the asphalt. He lifts my hair to one side and lets it run through his fingers as it slowly cascades over my shoulder. His head is haloed in firelight above me, his face in shadow. He runs his fingers across my lips in a slow, gentle touch. Then he pulls away stiffly as if every muscle is fighting him.