Alexis Hall

We are all the playground of angels and demons.

There__ risk inherent in most things that matter.

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you move

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

Nim handed me a mug of tea. I took a sip and it was just how I like it, strong and sweet. If you added psychotic and emotionally unavailable to that, it would also cover my taste in women.

His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

You do know you__e one of the hot ones, right? You could have any dom in this room if you looked marginally more approachable than an underfed piranha having a bad day.

Love doesn't just go away when it becomes inconvenient.

It's not what you do, it's what it means.

The future is terrifying because it's full of stuff, not because it's empty.

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

My dominant (no pun intended) discourse seems to be needy as fuck.

Life is so full of rough edges - small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you're naked and alone.

And when he kisses me_it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears,_but it__ as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

I never interrupt people when they're speaking because I know only too well how annoying it is. But with my every brattish interjection, the dimples deepened at the corner of his lips. And I was half-drunk on his smiling and the power of saying things that made him smile.

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn__ learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.

It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year

He was wearing a gleaming cream-coloured linen suit, and a Panama hat. The weirdest thing about this was that he was not the most outlandish-looking person in the room by a long way. Not that Little Miss Dresses-Like-Bogart over here has a right to complain