The Saucy Wenches Book Club

Come All Hallows’ Eve, the walls would stand or fall. Weirdly, I’d begun looking forward to Halloween, because at least my waiting would be over. Limbo would end. I’d know what I had to deal with. I’d know exactly how good or bad things were going to be. I’d know if I could be relieved — a year would buy me plenty of time to figure out what to do — or if I should be terrified. Either way, I’d have concretes. Faefever ~~Karen Marie Moning 

He only grinned, still basking in the unfamiliar yet wondrous sensations she brought out in him. Yes, she was fantasizing about ripping both of her weapons through his heart while he was feeling things he’d only heard of before, but who said romance was perfect? ~ Jeaniene Frost, The Other Half of the Grave ( Night Huntress #8)

All I will say is that you show up for your friends on their hardest days. And you hold their hand through the roughest parts. Life is about who is holding your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

The world isn’t perfect, and some days it wears you down. You can either accept that, and face it, and be a help to others instead of a hindrance. Or you can decide the rules are too tough and they shouldn’t apply to you, and you can ignore them and make things harder for everybody else. Sometimes life is about being sad and doing things anyway. Sometimes it’s about being hurt and doing things anyway. The point isn’t perfection. The point is doing it anyway. ~ Chloe Neill, Biting Cold ( Chicagoland Vampires #6)

“Passion is...it’s fire. And fire is great, man. But we’re made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive.” ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

“I wish someone had told me that love isn’t torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. I did not know that it was supposed to make you lighter, not heavier... I thought love was war... I didn’t know it was supposed to be peace.” ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

“He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.” The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. “He did—does love me, Rhysand.” “The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.” And then he was gone. ~ Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

She was a brash, brave, foul-mouthed, murdering drunk , and God help him, he hadn’t found anyone this enticing in centuries. ~ Jeaniene Frost, The Other Half of the Grave ( Night Huntress #1.1)

“My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.” ~ Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.” She stared at him, allowing the depth of her vulnerabillity to show for the briefest moment. “Promise?” Bones raised her hand and kissed it. “Promise.” ~ Jeaniene Frost, The Other Half of the Grave ( Night Huntress #1.1)

Screw logic, the odds, or anything else in their way. Bones could no more leave her behind than he could shed his own skin. She was that much a part of him now. ~ Jeaniene Frost, The Other Half of the Grave ( Night Huntress #1.1)

“I do not understand men.” That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. “Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn’t.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“I think I should like to sleep in a flower wi’ you, Sassenach, holding your feet.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone

Let’s face it, a lot of times love doesn’t work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections. ~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

A firstfoot was to bring gifts to the house: an egg, a faggot of wood, a bit of salt — and a bit of whisky, thus insuring that the household would not lack for the necessities during the coming year. ~ Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

Making a proper Christmas for Brianna every year had been wonderful; I’d felt as though the festivity was for me, as well — the joy of doing things I’d read or heard about, but never done or seen. Frank, the only one of us who had truly experienced the traditional British Christmas, was the authority on menus, gift wrapping, carol singing, and other arcane lore. From the decorating of the tree until it came down after New Year’s, the house was full of excited secrets, with an underlying sense of peace. To have that in our new house, with everyone together... ~ Diana Gabaldon, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone

“Jamie,” I said, a few moments later, raising my head. “What color is my hair?” This was an absurd question; it was the depth of the night and we were standing in a pitch-black forest. But he made a small noise of appraisal and lifted my chin to look. “All the colors o’ the earth,” he said, and smoothed the hair from my face. “But here, all about your face—it’s the color of moonlight, mo ghràidh.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone

“Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.” ~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“I like it when ye scream, Sassenach,” he murmured a little later, pausing for breath. “There are children downstairs!” I hissed, fingers buried in his hair. “Well, try to sound like a catamount, then…” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone

Source: Starz Entertainment, LLC “The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe — no matter what tomorrow may be.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross