Home
Authors
Topics
Quote of the Day
Home
Authors
Topics
Quote of the Day
Home
Authors
Topics
Quote of the Day
Top 100 Quotes
Professions
Nationalities
Katherine McIntyre Quotes
Popular Authors
Lailah Gifty Akita
Debasish Mridha
Sunday Adelaja
Israelmore Ayivor
Matshona Dhliwayo
Billy Graham
Mehmet Murat ildan
Anonymous
American
-
Author
American
-
Author
We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.
Katherine McIntyre
If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.
Katherine McIntyre
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
Katherine McIntyre
So this is how the merchant ship won’t follow us,” I mumbled, “They aren’t insane enough to join the party.
Katherine McIntyre
They dabbled in dark magic like finger painters in first grade art class, and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed.
Katherine McIntyre
Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.
Katherine McIntyre
Three things lit her match without fail—abusive assholes, idiots who didn’t use their turn signals, and unannounced shifters moving in on her territory.
Katherine McIntyre
You’ve never had someone you love snatched,” I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. “Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.
Katherine McIntyre
They shot one of ours.” The lines deepened around his grey eyes. “I’d waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew’s blood.
Katherine McIntyre
Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.
Katherine McIntyre
They surrounded him here, but beyond, flames licked the cabins, the incendiary glow striking a similar spark inside him from the injustice they’d faced tonight.
Katherine McIntyre
Since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.
Katherine McIntyre
As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.
Katherine McIntyre
Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.
Katherine McIntyre
Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.
Katherine McIntyre