Sunday, 25 March 2012

Quotes-Forgive My Fins By Tera Lynn Childs



Here are many of my favourite quotes from Forgive My Finns by Tera Lynn Childs. 


****Warning spoilers



1. “With his attention fully focused on the editing screen, I indulge in a few seconds of unnoticed worship—er, observation.”

2. “Ooh, maybe quince is going to help me kidnap Brody and keep him tied up in our basement until he realizes he loves me. Unlikely. That idea has two major flaws. First, that only works in the old-timey romance novels Aunt Rachel reads. Second, we don’t have a basement.”

3. “Oh, Lily," He says shaking his head. "I know about love. About wanting and dreaming and wishing with every part of your soul. I know enough to reconize the parts that are real and teh parts that are only in my fantasy." Ge turns his head slightly to face me, 
and I find myself saying,"L-like what?" 
"Like when she cries and my heart tears in to little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget the source of her sadness." His face is blank, emotionless. his words -and the underlying emotion bombarding me through the bond- more than make up for it. "That's real." 
my voice is barely a whisper when I ask, "And fantasy?" 
"Believing she'll ever feel the same way.” 

4. “Because,' Quince says, leaning forward until I step back, 'he's a little boy who doesn't like other people playing with his toys.”

5. “I lean across his body and lift his hand for inspection. As i run my fingertips over his broken skin, careful not to cause more pain, I say "I meant you blowfish. Your bones." 
His hand trembles a little in mine. Somehow that rattles me more then anything else. I could deal with losing my fantasy Brody more then i can face a very real, trembling Quince. 
"No," He whispers. "I pulled my punches." Then, with some of his usual humor, he adds, "Principal Brown already thinks I'm one step away from juvie. Don't need to put myself there." 
I look up ready to argue, when a lumpy spot in his heather gray t-shirt catches my eye. Lifting my fingers to the place just beneath his collarbone, I'm both surprised and not to feel a sand-dollar shaped object. My gaze continues the journey up to his. 
"Your still wearing it." 
We both know it's not a question, just like we both seem to have lost the ability to breathe. A whole sea of emotions washes though his eyes-fear,anger, pain, trust, love. Love. It's when i see that last one that i close my eyes. 
He whispers, "Always.” 

6. “Some people find beauty in chaos.” 

7. “I did it," I gasp, still reeling from the thrill and the fear. "I really-" 
Quince's mouth is on mine in an instant. 
His arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It's the fear, i know it's the fear. And the bond. And the adrenaline. That whole i-was-this-close-to-death-and-really-really-really-glad-to-be-alive emotional response. Anxiety and relief and joy swirl between us until i can't tell which are his and which are mine. I can't not be kissing him right now. 
The urgency in his kiss tells me he feels the same.” 

8. “I'm going to teach you to ride Princess." 
"Princess?" 
"My motorcycle." 
I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?" 
"What can I say?" he teases. "I call all my favorite things princess.” 

9. Sound doesn't carry as well through gills. You have to use a different level of your vocal chords." I point to the spot just above his Adam's apple. "Higher." 
He just stares at me, looking confused——but breathing like he was born to it. 
"Pretend you're talking like a girl." 
No way, he mouths, shaking his head. 
Stupid male ego.

10. “All right," Shannen says slowly, tucking a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Why did you glue that dolphin upside down?" 
Okay, so I'm a little distracted. "He's doing the back stroke.” 

11. “Self-involved? Self-involved?!?" I jump to my feet, unable to sit still. "Let's talk about self-involved, Mr. Kissing Unsuspecting Girls in Libraries.” 

12. This just isn't my day. Or my week. Or maybe my life. No, sadly, this is my life.

13. He slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, stretching his T-shirt right across his chest. From a purely objective standpoint, I admit it’s a nicely formed chest. Probably sculpted from all those hours trying to keep his motorcycle running and his part-time job at the lumberyard. And he does have yummy dark blond hair and those great blue eyes that remind me of home. If he weren’t such an obnoxious jerk, Quince might actually be an attractive guy.

14. “What if it doesn’t fit?” That arrogant smile returns. “Darlin’,” he drawls, “I had you in my lap for a good ten minutes today. It’ll fit.”

15. I give her the brief play-by-play—without the part about my fins curling or how nice and warm his lip felt or how he made me kiss him again before going underwater or how he didn’t have to try that hard to make me.

16. “I don’t believe it,” Quince says with absolute certainty. “I don’t believe anything magical can make someone more in love.” He jams his hands into his jeans pockets and leans back against a locker, lifting one heavy biker boot to pound on the gray metal door. He looks me right in the eye as he says, “Love is already the strongest magic in the world.” The laughter drains right out of me. It’s obvious that he truly believes this. He believes in the omnipotent nature of love. I never knew he was such a romantic.

17. I have to suppress my glee when I see Quince’s muscles tighten, one by one, staring with his jaw and moving over his shoulders and down his arms. It makes me feel powerful to know that I can make him so…jealous. Ha! All this time, I’ve been using Quince to make Brody jealous, and it turns out I’m making Quince jealous in the process. Bonus.

18. “I lied. I am his,” I blurt, desperate to keep this awful situation from going tsunami on me. Then, looking at Quince, I say, “And he’s mine.

19. With Quince, I don’t have to pretend to be anyone other than exactly who I am. He makes me content to be me. That’s what makes him my perfect mermate. Well, that and the fact that I love him to pieces.

20. I jump to my feet, but before I can round the corner to make sure he’s okay, he’s standing there—right there in front of me—and it’s all I can do not to flung my arms around his neck and kiss him silly.

21. Willing myself not to faint before I can get the words out, I say, “I love you, Quince. I didn’t want to stay away. I couldn't.” “Woohoo!” He shouts, closes the distance between us, and lifts me into his arms, spinning us around. “I knew it!”


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