“The Agora had fallen, too. Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they’d just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, “Seriously, love, I think we’ve got this.”
— Erin Kellison
“The shadow acts on instinct, not reason.”
— Erin Kellison
“The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.”
— Erin Kellison
“He’d pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He’d been young back then himself. Inexperienced. Stupid. A little patience accomplished a lot more. Hard lesson to learn. Worst way to learn it.”
— Erin Kellison
“This was the stuff of novels with — yeah — men like him on the cover.”
— Erin Kellison
“He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save, he held her up against the doorjamb with his hard body, mouth rasping hers, tongue deep enough to touch her soul. Could be oxygen deprivation, but she saw stars behind her closed lids.”
— Erin Kellison
“The sooner it’s over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed.”
— Erin Kellison
“She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.”
— Erin Kellison
“Who the fuck is the Sandman?” Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. “It’s not like I’ve met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He’s —” she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words “– the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation.”
— Erin Kellison
“They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.”
— Erin Kellison
“…now the whole fucking world is different.””It’s about to get worse,” Steve said.”Then I’ll call for food,” Vincent said. “Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences?”
— Erin Kellison
“So either I help you or I’m on my own?” With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again.”That’s the choice,” she said.”
— Erin Kellison
“She glanced again toward Vincent. “And who is he again?”Vincent grinned. “I’m Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father’s first.”
— Erin Kellison
“The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.”
— Erin Kellison
“If she couldn’t be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.Sera’s mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.”
— Erin Kellison
“Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She’d just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.”
— Erin Kellison
“Kiss me good.”Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn’t need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly.”Bow chicks wow wow,” said another voice.”
— Erin Kellison
“The nightmare was shaped like a goddess – a beauty with a body curved to incite reckless sinning. She wore an angry pout that he knew would burn his mouth. She had hair like snow and eyes as cold and fathomless as the deepest reaches of space. How like a nightmare to seduce and terrify at the same time.”
— Erin Kellison
“Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.”
— Erin Kellison
“Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that’s all the Sandman had been – a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass.”
— Erin Kellison
“The Sandman is rising.”It’d been the only thing Coll had said before delirium had taken him again.The Sandman. Rising.”
— Erin Kellison
“No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.”
— Erin Kellison
“Maisie stepped out and moved as if there were gravity. “Are you coming or what?”Rook nodded and hefted Steve with him. “You should consider counseling.””For what?””Your God complex.”
— Erin Kellison
“Sleep,” he commanded. “You need to rest after being jumped.””You could jump me.”
— Erin Kellison
“Fucking unicorns wouldn’t be hard to chase, as they’d probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.”
— Erin Kellison
“Rook cocked his head. “Harlen would want me to give you more time.””I could punch you again, even while being proxied,” she offered. “Would that satisfy you?””And into the Scrape we go,” he said.”
— Erin Kellison
“Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?”Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. “Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second.”A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, “She was a nightmare.”
— Erin Kellison
“His dad’s eyes were getting darker. “How bad is it really?” Very bad. Too many fronts to fight. Bur for starters… “That big storm out east?” Jordan and Rook had gone to investigate… “That’s the Sandman in the waking world.” His dad frowned deeply. He shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know what that means.” Yeah, well… “Neither do we.”
— Erin Kellison
“You can’t bluff your way past everyone.””You mean about filleting that guy?” Sera returned.”Who said I was bluffing?”
— Erin Kellison
“Even dead he won’t let me go!” “Third time’s the charm.”
— Erin Kellison