In my stories, I controlled what happened in a way I couldn't in real life. My characters lived through the horror and degradation of the cruelty of others and they not only survived, they thrived. They gave me hope and laughter, and they kept me going in spite of everything else. They were my heroes.
Sherrilyn KenyonStop the pain.โ โ Tory โYou know I canโt.โ โ Acheron โFine. But next time youโre the one whoโs doing labor duty. I get to sit there and hold your hand.โ โ Tory (And again he laughed. She glared at him.) โYou have no sense of self preservation, do you?โ โ Tory
Sherrilyn KenyonTalon glanced around the loft. It looked as if a bottle of Pepto-Bismol had exploded, or the Cat in the Hat had come for a visit.โ (Talon)
Sherrilyn KenyonAre you always this random? (Jericho) Mostly. It really irritates Noir. Which is just an added bonus for me. At least so long as I can outrun him. (Asmodeus) Add me to that list of people you annoy. (Jericho) Oh. Youโre not going to singe my testicles over it, are you?! (Asmodeus) No plans to. (Jericho) Good. We can be friends, then. (Asmodeus)
Sherrilyn KenyonLights! Lights would be very good right now! (Amanda) Since they hurt my eyes to the point I can barely see, no they wouldn't. Trust me. (Kyrian) Trust you, my left foot! I'm not immortal over here! (Amanda) Yeah, well, in a bad enough car wreck, neither am I. (Kyrian) I really hate your sense of humor. (Amanda)
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