“Do you always wear underwear like this, or is it for me?”I rolled to my back and pulled the sheet to my waist. “It isn’t for you, I’ve been wearing underwear like this since Gram gave me my first Frederick’s of Hollywood box on my sixteenth birthday. Now, I owe Victoria’s Secret my first-born child.”Before speaking again, Lee waited several seconds that can only be described as ‘loaded silence’. While this silence was going on, he pulled the sheet back down.“You’re tellin’ me that since you were sixteen you’ve been sittin’ next to me every year at Christmas Dinner wearin’ underwear like this?”
―
Kristen Ashley,
Rock Chick
“They’re on Lee and Indy Sex Watch.”“Come again?”“They want to know when we’ve done it.”Silence. I went on.“If we don’t do it soon, they might force us to at gunpoint.”“Christ.”“I know. No pressure though. I told them we’re taking is slow.”“You have to report in?”“I kind of feel obliged.”“How’s that?”I didn’t want to tell him I’d recruited them both for Lee Maneuvres in the past, so I said, “Never mind.”“If something doesn’t happen soon, it’s gonna be bad. I can’t keep focussed, all I can think of is what’s on your Victoria’s Secret credit statement.“You need to keep focused,” I told him, “bad guys are after me.”“Tell me about it.” ― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick
“The question isn't whether magic is real. It's whether I can touch it without being consumed by it.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Ex Scientia UltioFrom knowledge comes vengeance.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“When I read books, the boundary between my world and others shifted. I could imagine other realities. I envisioned the tales so clearly that it was as if I lived them.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Her Majesty Victoria, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland Queen, Defender of the Faith, had a lamp shade on her head. Again.” ― Y.S. Lee, The Traitor in the Tunnel
“For coffee-stained girls in libraries.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“She wouldn't understand that magic can be a metaphor, like Ellis said. That magic doesn't have to be magic for it to mean something. That sometimes magic is a salve over a burn, and it's the only way you can heal.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“I still feel ghosts around me: the ghosts of the five Dalloway girls who defied the boxes and coffins the world tried to put them in. The ghosts of other women who attended or worked at this school, but whose legacies were forgotten instead of deified. The ghosts of every girl who came here and felt history beneath her feet. But I'm not haunted anymore. Maybe I never was.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Governments didn't have to listen to the people until the people made it hurt not to listen.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“The poems circle the same question: how one’s soul could possibly endure when life’s beauty vanishes from reach.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“But bitch felt like a harsh word to apply to a girl who was fighting so hard to make space for herself in a world that didn’t want her.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“What do you believe in, Dara?” Noam pressed again.Dara sipped at his soda. Swirled his straw round the glass when he lifted his head again. “I believe Vladimir Nabokov is the best novelist of all time.”“Dara.”Dara gazed back at him, Noam’s incredulity written all over his face. Without telepathy, Dara couldn’t quite tell if he was actually frustrated or just . . .But then Noam snorted and said, “Yeah. All right. What else?”The corners of Dara’s mouth tipped up. “I believe in utilitarianism,” he said. “I believe bourbon is the gentleman’s choice in whiskey. I believe pineapple belongs on pizza. Oh, and the fact that goats eat everything you own just makes them more endearing.”“You are ridiculous,” Noam said—but he was laughing now, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over this chest.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“The problem is, I don’t have anything I want to read. I peruse the shelves, but nothing jumps out at me. I feel as if I’ve read everything—every book in the world. Every title seems like a reiteration of something that came before it, the same story regurgitated over and over.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Is this what it feels like to be a ghost? To haunt the same halls over and over, waiting for someone to see you, to speak to you, to call for you or send you away again?” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“I want to choose you,” Noam said softly. “Every day, again and again.”Dara kissed him, Noam’s lips parting under the pressure of Dara’s mouth and his hand lifting to Dara’s cheek. And for that moment Noam let himself believe in the future they’d spun together, all its brightness and its flaws, something so magnificently mundane it almost felt unachievable: late mornings waking up together, Dara perched on the kitchen counter while Noam made dinner, trading work stories over tea in the early evening, Wolf curled up in bed between them while they slept.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“FROM A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE by Victoria Vane:His gaze glued to the bed, Ned made a mechanical backward retreat to the center of the room where he had a clearer prospect of its crowning glory. His vision rose to the top of the headboard, to the heraldic shield seated betwixt the carved figures of a lion and a unicorn. His gaze slid with dread to the engraved scroll beneath. Dieu Et Mon Driot. God and my right, the motto of the king. His chest seized. The room began to spin. He looked to Phoebe, aware that the blood was draining from his face, and that his voice emerged as a strangled sound. "May the same God save me...for I'm going to be hung, drawn, and quartered for spending last night rutting in the King of England's bed!" coming April 27, 2012 from Breathless Press” ― Emery Lee
“This whole night already feels bizarre, like the world viewed through a kaleidoscope.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Only people with loving families like talking about them…” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“They’re on Lee and Indy Sex Watch.”“Come again?”“They want to know when we’ve done it.”Silence. I went on.“If we don’t do it soon, they might force us to at gunpoint.”“Christ.”“I know. No pressure though. I told them we’re taking is slow.”“You have to report in?”“I kind of feel obliged.”“How’s that?”I didn’t want to tell him I’d recruited them both for Lee Maneuvres in the past, so I said, “Never mind.”“If something doesn’t happen soon, it’s gonna be bad. I can’t keep focussed, all I can think of is what’s on your Victoria’s Secret credit statement.“You need to keep focused,” I told him, “bad guys are after me.”“Tell me about it.” ― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick
“The question isn't whether magic is real. It's whether I can touch it without being consumed by it.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Ex Scientia UltioFrom knowledge comes vengeance.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“When I read books, the boundary between my world and others shifted. I could imagine other realities. I envisioned the tales so clearly that it was as if I lived them.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Her Majesty Victoria, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland Queen, Defender of the Faith, had a lamp shade on her head. Again.” ― Y.S. Lee, The Traitor in the Tunnel
“For coffee-stained girls in libraries.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“She wouldn't understand that magic can be a metaphor, like Ellis said. That magic doesn't have to be magic for it to mean something. That sometimes magic is a salve over a burn, and it's the only way you can heal.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“I still feel ghosts around me: the ghosts of the five Dalloway girls who defied the boxes and coffins the world tried to put them in. The ghosts of other women who attended or worked at this school, but whose legacies were forgotten instead of deified. The ghosts of every girl who came here and felt history beneath her feet. But I'm not haunted anymore. Maybe I never was.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Governments didn't have to listen to the people until the people made it hurt not to listen.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“The poems circle the same question: how one’s soul could possibly endure when life’s beauty vanishes from reach.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“But bitch felt like a harsh word to apply to a girl who was fighting so hard to make space for herself in a world that didn’t want her.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“What do you believe in, Dara?” Noam pressed again.Dara sipped at his soda. Swirled his straw round the glass when he lifted his head again. “I believe Vladimir Nabokov is the best novelist of all time.”“Dara.”Dara gazed back at him, Noam’s incredulity written all over his face. Without telepathy, Dara couldn’t quite tell if he was actually frustrated or just . . .But then Noam snorted and said, “Yeah. All right. What else?”The corners of Dara’s mouth tipped up. “I believe in utilitarianism,” he said. “I believe bourbon is the gentleman’s choice in whiskey. I believe pineapple belongs on pizza. Oh, and the fact that goats eat everything you own just makes them more endearing.”“You are ridiculous,” Noam said—but he was laughing now, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over this chest.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“The problem is, I don’t have anything I want to read. I peruse the shelves, but nothing jumps out at me. I feel as if I’ve read everything—every book in the world. Every title seems like a reiteration of something that came before it, the same story regurgitated over and over.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Is this what it feels like to be a ghost? To haunt the same halls over and over, waiting for someone to see you, to speak to you, to call for you or send you away again?” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“I want to choose you,” Noam said softly. “Every day, again and again.”Dara kissed him, Noam’s lips parting under the pressure of Dara’s mouth and his hand lifting to Dara’s cheek. And for that moment Noam let himself believe in the future they’d spun together, all its brightness and its flaws, something so magnificently mundane it almost felt unachievable: late mornings waking up together, Dara perched on the kitchen counter while Noam made dinner, trading work stories over tea in the early evening, Wolf curled up in bed between them while they slept.” ― Victoria Lee, The Fever King
“FROM A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE by Victoria Vane:His gaze glued to the bed, Ned made a mechanical backward retreat to the center of the room where he had a clearer prospect of its crowning glory. His vision rose to the top of the headboard, to the heraldic shield seated betwixt the carved figures of a lion and a unicorn. His gaze slid with dread to the engraved scroll beneath. Dieu Et Mon Driot. God and my right, the motto of the king. His chest seized. The room began to spin. He looked to Phoebe, aware that the blood was draining from his face, and that his voice emerged as a strangled sound. "May the same God save me...for I'm going to be hung, drawn, and quartered for spending last night rutting in the King of England's bed!" coming April 27, 2012 from Breathless Press” ― Emery Lee
“This whole night already feels bizarre, like the world viewed through a kaleidoscope.” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
“Only people with loving families like talking about them…” ― Victoria Lee, A Lesson in Vengeance
