Luca Quotes

“Maybe I am looking at you,’ he whispered. 'Maybe I always have been.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust. "I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though."

Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer."
"There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted.”
― Rachel Vincent, Before I Wake

“And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’
Oh, Jesus Christ.
He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’
‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“I would go into the darkness with you, but you won't come into the light with me.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“They shall never believe that a young lord of Siena would march directly into their camp."
"And if they do?"
He gave me another small smile. "Then my beloved lady shall have to come and rescue me."

"Us," Luca corrected him, slurring his words now. "Have to rescue us."
He adjusted Luca across his shoulders. "Stay with me, Luca," he said sternly.

"Can't get much closer m'lord," Luca mumbled.”
― Lisa Tawn Bergren, Cascade

“She got to you, too, huh?" I said, sliding onto the bench seat across from him.
"Actually, I called her." Luca grinned. "I'm vomiting from a possible case of food poisoning. You?"
"Sudden onset menstruation."
He nodded respectfully. "Classic."
"Yeah, but I should have gone for something more long-term. Yours will get you out of the whole afternoon. Ferris Bueller would be proud.”
― Rachel Vincent, Before I Wake

“So,' he said, his lip curling. 'There are some things you deem worthy enough to kill for, Gianluca.'
Luca's reply came in one steady breath. 'Only one.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“Do I frighten you?' He tilted his head.
'Yes,' I said weakly. 'Are you proud of yourself?'
He looked at me for a long moment before replying. 'No, I'm not,' he said so faintly I had to strain to hear him.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“What are you going to do, Luca?' I clenched my fists at my sides. 'Pull a gun on me?'
'If that's what it takes.'
'How brave!' I exploded. We were so close to one another now. 'You can't use your words. but you're more than happy to use your gun.'
'I'm not going to be responsible for ruining your innocence!'
I tilted my face towards him to show I wasn't afraid, or as innocent as he clearly thought. 'Go ahead,' I whispered. 'Shatter it.' We were nose to nose. 'It almost worked last time, when you told me about my dad.'
'I don't care,' he replied resolutely. 'I'm not punching Bambi in the face.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“You didn't care about the .... the name.'
'Not the name.'. He led my gaze, unfaltering, unblinking. 'Just the girl.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“Things you have now, things you've lost. People who're near by, people who've gone far away. No matter what you choose, truth is, both regret and reluctance are going to follow you around. You just have to make sure you don't make excuses to yourself down the road.”
― Kentaro Miura, Berserk, Vol. 38

“For those who may not know this, Madeline recruited me specifically to help hunt and take out a serial soul thief-"

"I call him Cap'n Crunch," Luca interrupted, and was rewarded with a roomful of frowns. "You know. Because he's a cereal thief?”
― Rachel Vincent, Before I Wake

“It is hardest to kill the man who has the most to live for.’ He took a pretend shot. ‘The empty, the soulless, the hate-filled enemies drop like flies. Those who love, and love hard, are the ones left standing.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“He dropped his voice, and came a couple of inches closer. "I think you're beautiful when you wear oversize hoodies and fleece pyjamas with teddy bears on them. Or when you wear thick socks and use them to slide around on marble floors when you think no one's looking at you."
"I - Oh. You know about that."
"And I think you are especially beautiful when you are giving out to me."
"In that case, you must find me constantly compelling.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“Luca saw her bloodstained hands as the clerk bound them with a rope, and Luca realized that she was a thing of horror, a beautiful thing of horror, the worst thing between heaven and hell: a fallen angel.”
― Philippa Gregory, Changeling

“I told you, I don't want you riding with me."
"Which is why I waited," Frieze explained patiently. "To see what direction you were going in, so that I could make sure I took the opposite one. but of course, there may be wolves, or thieves, highwaymen or brigands, so I don't mind your company for the first hour or so.”
― Philippa Gregory, Changeling

“I will not raise you up and give you a gun. I will not take you shooting and fawn over how great your aim is. I won’t tell you how brilliant you can be or how many Marinos you can murder if you really put your mind to it. I won’t walk you into danger and clap as you shoot to kill. I will take the gun from you and tell you you’re a thousand times better without it. I will always take the gun from you, Sophie. I will always tell you that you don’t need it. I will always support you, but I will never support that. Never.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“I believe you’re too good and too kind to hurt someone, no matter how much they’ve
hurt you. That your heart is too big. That your empathy runs too deep. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you more than I could ever explain, and you expect me to stand by and watch while you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off."
I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“Stop letting fear leach into your voice,' Luca snaps from behind Rhiannon. 'If the dragons think you're a coward, you'll be nothing but a name tomorrow.'

'She says,' Ridoc narrates, 'inducing more fear.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I believe you’re too good and too kind to hurt someone, no matter how much they’ve hurt you. That your heart is too big. That your empathy runs too deep. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you more than I could ever explain, and you expect me to stand by and watch while you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“We now know that all extant living creatures derive from a single common ancestor, called the 'Last Universal Common Ancestor' (LUCA). It’s hard to think of a more unifying view of life. All living things are linked to a single-celled creature, the deepest root to the complex-branching tree of life. If we could play the movie of life backward, we would find this microscopic primogenitor at the starting point of biological evolution, the sole actor in what would become a very dramatic story, lasting some 3.5 billion years leading to us.”
― Alex M. Vikoulov, NOOGENESIS: Computational Biology

“Just a tip, I wouldn’t eat whatever she cooks you. Poison isn’t that hard to come by.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence

“I bought you flowers.” I gather up her mess of hair into my fist. I run my lips across the top of her back to her other shoulder, softly kissing her damp skin.

“Flowers die,” she growls.

I smile against her skin. “Would you prefer diamonds?”

“Diamonds were just once coal,” she bites out.

“How about orgasms?” I ask, tightening my fist in her hair and pulling her head back. My free hand slides around her skinny waist and dips between her legs.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence

“I’m not for sale, Luca. I’m not going to give you my body because you wrote a check.”

“It was actually cash …”

She slaps me again.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence

“I have loved this woman for as long as I can remember. How can she think that would just go away? That I could ever walk away from her if it wasn’t for a good reason? Haven isn’t the kind of woman you forget. She’s the kind you never stop thinking about. She’s in your daily thoughts and even in your dreams.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence

“I’m on my period,” I tell him. “We can’t have bathroom sex.”

“I know. We heard you girls.”

“You heard …?” My voice trails off when I realize what he means. Narrowing my eyes, I demand. “Were you in the men’s bathroom with the Kings?”

The rooms share a wall. I didn’t hear them, but I wasn’t really listening either. Now I know it’s because after they were beating the shit out of some guy, they were spying on us.

He doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t have to. I already know that answer. “You had no right …”

“You should have told me you thought you were pregnant,” he snaps.

“Why? To push you away?”

He lets out a long sigh and steps into me. Cupping my cheeks, he frowns. “You think I’d leave you?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” I admit softly. I’ve taken five pregnancy tests, and they all said negative, but none of them helped ease my fear. What my mom would say. How I would tell him. It has consumed my every thought. I think to the point that I was convincing my body I was growing a baby. The stress alone probably kept me from starting.

“Haven, I’m never going to leave you.” He pulls me into him. “I just wish you would have told me. My job is to take care of you. And if we get pregnant, then I’ll take care of both of you.”

“If we get pregnant?” I arch a brow.

“Of course. You’re not alone in this relationship, Haven.”

I went that very next day to get on the shot. I told my mother about my pregnancy scare and that I had missed some pills, so I chose the shot instead. I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep getting them. “I didn’t read the contract,” I blurt out. I need him to understand that I don’t know all that is required of me.

He stays silent, but he’s no longer snoring, so I know I woke him up.

“I do love you,” I whisper. “And I’d love to have a family with you, but I won’t allow you to harm any child of mine.”

He shifts, and I close my eyes.

“Haven. Haven, look at me,” he orders, placing his hand on my face to tilt it toward him.

I open my eyes, and they sting from unshed tears. “I may be my father’s son, but I’m nothing like him. I don’t want my parents’ marriage. And I would never, ever hurt you or our children.” He presses his lips gently to my forehead, and the first tear rolls down the side of my face.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence