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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sick deuces dresses
I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.
lying news ready
I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.
stupid love-you jealous
Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have no reason to be jealous, I promise. We talked... and trained. You're the only boy who gets close like this." "Oh." A long, slow breath escaped him. "I feel so stupid." I put my lips to his cheek and whispered, "Don't. I love you, Fade.
girl cutting hair
If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed
hurt moving wish
Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.
want huntress
A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.
ignorant instinct partners
A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.
heart needs scared
My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.
deuces roles growing
Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best. -Deuce, (183)
loss self echoes
There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
easy difficult
It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.
emotion possessiveness
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
sight may doe
While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.
missing-someone missing beside-you
How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?