Katherine Mcintyre Quotes

This date had started as bland and was speeding right along to abysmal.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

They surrounded him here, but beyond, flames licked the cabins, the incendiary glow striking a similar spark inside him from the injustice they’d faced tonight.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

She felt him smile against her neck and bit down, the sensation sending shivers through her. “Bad girl. If you keep doing that, I’ll have you stripped and on your back before you can blink.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

We deal with so many nightmares on a regular basis. When I’m watching a horror movie, there’s a pattern, a sense of control in them. I’m just an observer, not having to deal with any of the repercussions. It’s a nice dream to think monsters play by the rules, that they’ve got a pattern you can unlock and follow. Real life’s messy, and the chaos leaves you devastated in the wake.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

They’d reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Once upon a time, he might’ve chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

My dad had always said to not trust something unless it’s taken a tumble in the dirt. He’d meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn’t exist for humankind any more.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn’t want to dismiss. Not tonight.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn’t be let off the hook.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

They dabbled in dark magic like finger painters in first grade art class, and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

She’d sworn she wouldn’t end up like her little brother, but loneliness didn’t arrive with flashing bulbs and a warning label. The descent was as simple and complex as a faked smile, white lies about being “okay,” and the nod and acceptance as her own peers didn’t delve deeper, shutting the coffin lid for her.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child’s.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when the force field faltered, would snatch us from our homes.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

May as well have ox blood running through those veins,” I added, “You’re as stubborn as one.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

Flirt with the old ladies and you’ll be fine,” I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. “Is that how you get by?” “Doesn’t work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?” I paused and glanced at my nails. “Yeah, doesn’t work on them either.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.

~ Katherine Mcintyre