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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hate dirty writing
He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
hate jigsaw-puzzles pieces
There’s a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don’t have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they’re all the same shade of gray.
mother hate dirty
I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
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.
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.
effort dying
Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.
infinite solace single-word
His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
cutting fighting hands
I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldn’t die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.
had-enough enough
I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.
home animal hands
... Where did you go?” “Down below.” “Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals.” Funny. I thought the same thing about most Topsiders I encountered. Tegan touched my hand in silent sympathy, and I set my jaw. ... I stepped forward and pasted on a false smile. We were in her home, after all. The least I could do was be polite. “I’m Deuce, animal from the underground.
heart littles bones
My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
sky two curves
A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.
song lightning blades
He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.
independent too-much demonstrating
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.