Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, and post-apocalyptic dystopian young-adult fiction...
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chaos overcoat carrie
She carries chaos like an overcoat.
choices promise matter
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
pain self talking
So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.
selfish mean leaving
Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.
missing accepting creatures
But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.
knows ifs
I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.
sometimes enough feels
I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.
fighting men who-i-am
He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.
sweet cutting kissing
I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.
people gutters palaces
He's earned a lifetime of peace and happiness, but some people never get what they deserve. That's why there are saints in gutters and sadists in palaces.
block legs arms
We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.
strong opportunity perfect
In the enclave, the strong and the physically perfect survived, but if you were strong, you protected the weak until they had an opportunity to grow into their own power.
stupid people assuming
I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.
partners fear-nothing
With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.