57 Quotes About Jericho-barrons

I feel what's in you, and there's nothing light about it. I know the dark side. I live there, for fuck's sake. Emotion shapes power. Terrible power comes at a terrible price. Shut it the fuck down and get your bloody emotions in check, Ms. Lane.

Kindness and cruelty. He'll get that in bed next time. Dark laughter rolls. "Bring it on.

Are you defending me in a premonition where I turned into a she-bitch from hell?" "I'll defend you everywhere.

O ye of little faith. Why would you run? Do you still believe there's any incarnation of you I wouldn't want? Wouldn't go after determined to share a life with, to the end of space and time itself?

He growls, “That fuck is dead. I burned what was left of him, poked around in the ashes, and waited to see if anything rose. It didn’t. I ate them.” I burst out laughing. “You did not eat Cruce’s ashes.” “The fuck I didn’t.

All myths contain a grain of truth, Ms. Lane. I’ve handled books and artifacts that will never find their way into a museum or library, things no archaeologist or historian could ever make sense of. There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses. Some of us do.

Sun, moon, and stars, I told him. He inclined his head. Of all the years, this one with you has been my finest. Fire to my ice, Mac. Frost to my flame, Jericho. Forever, we said, and it was a vow far more powerful and binding than any ring or piece of paper.

I didn’t want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked. Well, Ms. Lane, you’ve got your precious memory back. Will you throw me away now?

Where are you? Touch me.”I slip my hand into his, and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at where I am, then he closes his eyes and laces strong fingers with mine. I hear exactly what he’s not saying in them: You better bring your ass back to me, woman.I reply with mine, Always.He laughs softly then somehow finds my face and kisses me, light and fast, and I taste him on my lips, need him again, hard and fast and soon.