Lana Hart Quotes
“True love was rarer than most people thought. Once it had been a god, humanity’s only saving grace, its only weapon against a darkness so formidable it once ate the stars. But over the years, a culture of commodification had reduced its purview. Whereas once true love had meant a binding of souls, a love that persisted beyond the confines of time and space, its value was now measured in diamonds, teen romance novels, and cartoon princess franchises.”
“Tears welled in Nikki's eyes--tears of anger, wonder, and awe. Anger because although she had the ability to change the Titanic's fate, she could not use it. Wonder because if what Sef said was true, everything she thought she knew about the world--its very code--amounted to nothing at all. And awe at the sensation of magic--real magic!--slipping between her fingers, licking her flesh, and for just a moment, infusing her with the kind of power few others would ever know.”
“Jack looked at her for a moment. The striking color of her eyes seemed somehow brighter, more luminous than before. Though her skin had once been wrinkled it was now taut, pulled flat against her skull as she grinned from ear to ear, revealing a maw of magnificent teeth.
He almost thought she had too many. But maybe that was just the light.
He offered Mrs. Clathermont a smile and a nod in return. It was, after all, the polite thing to do.”
“A woman as intelligent, strong, resourceful, quick-witted, and beautiful as you are deserves an equal,' he said at last. 'Someone who appreciates all those things and isn't only searching for a new, exotic trophy to hang from his arm. Someone who complements the extraordinary life you already live, and who will be present in it.”
“Nikki straightened up so quickly that the room lurched. There were tears in her eyes before she even knew they were there.
'Bring Abbie back,' she whispered. The trembling in her hands had spread, and now her whole body shook. 'Please. Bring her back.'
Sef set his teacup down, brow creased. 'Who's Abbie?”
“You look . . . spellbinding,' he breathed, his smile so wide it damn near touched his ears. 'Breathtaking. Divine. Avoir le coeur qui bat la chamade.' French, sweet as honey, dripped off his tongue, yet he shook his head as if he'd fallen short. 'There simply aren't enough words in any language to describe what a vision you are, my dear.'
Nikki smiled. She'd worried for days whether or not Louis was Apophys, or at least one of his servants. But in his presence, she felt only genuine emotion--his excitement and tenderness. It would have been easier the other way around. Knowing these were his true feelings broke her heart.”
“The room darkened as the movie screen burst into a sea of silver light, swirling with a howl that shook the very foundation of the theater. A scream rose in Nikki's throat as the walls shook, cracking and crumbling all around them. She shielded her eyes as that pale light grew ever brighter, ever closer to her, so close now that she could see a myriad of colors buried beneath it. They sparked and writhed like electric serpents with golden sunbursts for heads, devoured and spat out by the maelstrom again and again as it undulated toward her.”
“I'm fascinated by darkness,' he whispered, so close now that she could smell the fragrance of his breath. There was a black note to it, a scent like coffee or chocolate, and a bite of something heavier coming from his skin--balsamic and pepper. 'Enthralled by the obscene. The macabre. Even the occult, should the mood arise. But I've never found another who might accompany me on these ghastly journeys. Not everyone is worthy of dipping their toes into the void like we are. Fewer still would survive.'
He wet his lips with a dart of his tongue. 'What say you, princess? I'll show you mine if you show me yours . . .”
“Time slowed. Nikki could feel every throb of her pulse, every crackle of her nerves as Sef swept away reality with the crush of his lips. His tongue was a flame darting against her own, his breath a billowing gust of incense that filled her nostrils and scorched her lungs. He was spice and cedar, whiskey and warm pumpkin pie. He was the dunes of Egypt and the rising sun, the breeze off the Nile, and the jackals prowling beneath the moon.”
- Born: in Tampa, FL, The United States.
- Description: Lana Hart has been writing ever since she scrawled the words "Once upon a time..." onto the back of a receipt when she was three. No one could read them, of course, but she insisted that was what they said. After that, it became an obsession she just couldn't shake.
She has translated her love for storytelling into films, short stories, and table-top role playing campaigns, and would one day love to write for the video game and television industries. She enjoys playing Dungeons & Dragons and lives in Florida with her partner, daughter, two cats, and adorable mutt of a dog.