The Saucy Wenches Book Club

But strangers aren't family. Meg will never be there. I'll never belong. I'll be a stranger everywhere I go for the rest of my life.

Jane Doe
~~Victoria Helen Stone

People had the mistaken idea that Poe wrote fantastic stories about the supernatural, when in fact he wrote realistic stories about abnormal psychology.
The Outsider by Stephen King

“Testosterone poisoning,” I said, with a shrug.

“Can you do anything about it”? she asked. The corner of her mouth twitched, though I couldn’t tell whether with laughter or incipient hysteria.

I pushed a hand through my hair, considering.

“Well,” I said finally, “there are only two things they do with it, and one of them is try to kill each other.”

Brianna rubbed her nose.

“Uh-huh”, she said. “And the other …” Our eyes met with a perfect understanding.

“I’ll take care of your father,” I said. “But Roger’s up to you.”

~ Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Outlander #4)

“The thing is, I suppose,” he said, “that one gets into the habit of being oneself. It takes some great upheaval to crack that shell and force us to discover what else might be underneath”
~ The Witch Elm, Tana French

“No power is worth you, Elena-mine. I would give up immortality for a single mortal lifetime with you.”
~ Nalini Singh, Archangel’s Prophecy (Guild Hunter #11)

Everyone’s last wish turned out to be love: may I be consumed by the simplicity and purity of a love story, any love, base love or heroic love or transgressive love or love that is blind and lame and ridiculous lie—anything the opposite of alone and lonely and sexless, and the absence of someone to care about or talk to. The hunger for love replaced the hunger for god or science. The hunger for love became an opiate. In a world that had lost its ability to procreate, the story of love became paramount.

~ Lidia Yuknavitch, The Book of Joan