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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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.
dark wish world
But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.
light bird littles
Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.
love-you fighting feet
If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.
wells dies died
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
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.
caring too-much saws
Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
honesty kissing wish
Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.
home fighting fine
What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?
done helping
I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.
hate mean dark
Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.
beautiful moving numbness
You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.
partners fear-nothing
With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.
fighting absence stomach
But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.