The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.” ~ Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

“ ... happiness is an expression of gratitude. And it’s never wrong to be grateful.” Amy Harmon, What the Wind Knows

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

There was greatness in them. But with that greatness came arrogance, and with that arrogance corruption, and with that corruption downfall. ~ Fireborne , Rosaria Munda

“History doesn’t repeat itself, but it harmonizes, and what it usually makes is the devil’s music.” ― Stephen King, 11/22/63

“Trust, it turned out, was a very beautiful and fragile thing with a taste like wild raspberries and experienced only by the very brave.” ~ Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

Any movement ahead of us?” “Nothing on this level.” “Anything above?” His motors whirred. “Maybe.” I had fallen into the dreams. It was easier there. Nothing made any sense in reality. And it hurt. Everywhere I looked it hurt. Dreams didn’t hurt. Compared to the new world, dreams were old friends that didn’t die, unlike real ones. I rolled my eyes. “Can you be more specific?” “No, something is blocking my sensors beyond twenty meters.” “Activate stealth,” I ordered. “Really?” His motors whined. “Do we have to go through this every time?” “It’s a terrible drain on my batteri—” Sota received the look I reserved for assholes and disobedient drones everywhere. Shoot the Messenger , Pippa DaCosta

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine. “What?” I can barely think. “That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.” “I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He kisses me harder. “I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.” ― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Now it’s not just my lip you’ll be needing to kiss if you’re wishing to make amends with me, Irish.” ― Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander

“We must always be vigilant, because power comes infected with the only disease left to us: the virus called human nature.” ~ Neal Shusterman, Scythe

But far more intense was the utter, ineffable tenderness he felt, and the solemnity. As though he had been entrusted with something infinitely precious. As though he had taken an oath, and his very life stood surety to it. He would recognize this later as the moment his center of gravity shifted: from being one of one—a pillar alone, apart—to being half of something that would fall if either side were cut away. ~ Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

Words are wind, but wind can fan fire. My father and my uncle fought words with steel and flame. We shall fight words with words, and put out the fires before they start. Fire & Blood , George R. R. Martin

If you want to get Child Protective Services called fast, just start talking about ghost dick. ~ Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

His breath warmed the shell of my ear. “You killed me.” The dark power in his voice rushed over my skin. “With iron. Fucking... shot me.” Animal rage imbued his words. ~ Dark King , C. N. Crawford

When she opens her eyes, they are standing on the quarterdeck of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink. Tiny lights hang across the sky, like tightly packed stars bright as sun. ~ Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“Tragedy makes for great stories, but I’d much rather your story—the one you live, not the ones you write—be filled with joy. Don’t revel in tragedy, Annie. Rejoice in love. And once you find it, don’t let it go. In the end, it is the one thing you won’t regret.” Amy Harmon, What the Wind Knows

It was hard enough to lose Bowie and Prince. When they died, everything went to hot shit, didn’t it? For the record, I blame their deaths for all of this. ~ Chuck Wendig, Wanderers