Thank you Lisa for hosting this great meme!

Welcome to Thursday Quotables! This feature is the place to highlight a great quote, line, or passage discovered during your reading each week.  Whether it’s something funny, startling, gut-wrenching, or just really beautifully written, Thursday Quotables is where my favorite lines will be, and you’re invited to join in!

I used to think I wasn’t a novice warrior, but letting my enemy escape was a rookie mistake- one I’m still paying for. I have a sneaking suspicion I will be paying for this mistake for the rest of my life.

All her life she was raised to believe that vampires are the enemy. None of them should be allowed to live.

She had enough awareness about her mental health to know that her father’s death could affect her deeply, striking her like a lightning bolt and knocking her back off her feet for weeks, maybe months. It was a familiar pattern, one Maggie realized she shared with her father, a cycle of creativity, depression, sexual neediness. Of course with male artists, there was a sort of “comes with the territory” acceptance that Maggie had never found herself. She knew people judged, including her sisters. As her therapist in Los Angeles had told her, “You can change your patterns, but you can’t change society’s perceptions. So, work on you and don’t get hung up on the others.”

This one hits me in more ways than I care to admit. I have beliefs that aren’t really accepted by social norms. Most of the stuff I don’t openly talk about. That’s because I do believe in keeping some things private. It’s not because I’m ashamed.

Victor, the tall Nigerian man, was evidently her stepfather; and Josh, her half brother. But Pip didn’t like those words, those cold technicalities. The people you love weren’t calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point. Victor was her dad, who’d raised her since she was four years old, and Josh was her annoying little brother.

My family is heavily broken. On both sides. My parents were never together. I don’t’ want to get into the details. They both had children with other people. I understand and relate to this post so much. Especially since I had a grandmother who got mad when I claimed my half brothers and sisters as brothers and sisters instead of labeling them properly.

It was all shades of grey: moral justification for immoral ends. A good man pushed into the role of a villain – not just for the sake of his own survival, but for that of his men.

What would you do to save those who you love and care about? What lengths would you take to save their lives?