Well, this one was difficult. Because I don’t read physical books. Ever. Aaaand I haven’t for ten years. I don’t actually have bookmarks, and even when I read physical books, I didn’t use them. If I did this post back then it would be something like 1. Loose change 2. That receipt I found on the fool 3. This empty carton of food that I broke down 4. Who needs bookmarks when you finish the book in one go? 5. Another Book 6. I dogeared it like a madwoman 7. A (hopefully unused) Kleenex tissue 8. idk A leaf I think? 9. It’s laying page side down on the floor 10. My face because I fell asleep

So instead, I’m going to go through my bookmarks on my kindle and choose ten quotes from recent reads I really enjoyed:

1. Archangel’s War by Nalini Singh

“Raphael.” Arms folded again and feet set apart, Dmitri got in his way. “Contact your mother before you go or I swear I’ll tie your wings together and drag you inside to make the call.”

2. The Unkindest Tide by Seanan McGuire

“Let her,” said Liz. “She has a remarkably good track record, all things considered. She almost never comes back with unexpected corpses.”

3. Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells

When I’d called it a pet robot, I honestly thought I was exaggerating. This was going to be even more annoying than I had anticipated, and I had anticipated a pretty high level of annoyance, maybe as high as 85 percent. Now I was looking at 90 percent, possibly 95 percent.

4. Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson

“Don’t look so startled. You have that sullen expression young men get when they’ve been jilted. It’s why men are meant to have beards—growing all that hair leaves no energy for moodiness. Much more dignified.”

5. Darkdawn by Jay Kristoff

“ . . . i have an ill feeling, mia . . .”
Mister Kindly’s whisper dragged her eyes from the back of her brother’s head. The shadowcat had stopped pretending to clean his paw, instead staring out at the City of Bridges and Bones from within Jonnen’s shadow.
“What’s to fear?” she murmured. “The deed is done. And all things considered, nothing went too badly tits up.”
“ . . . what difference does it make, the direction your breasts are pointing . . . ?”
“Spoken like someone who’s never owned a pair.”

6. Wolf Rain by Nalini Singh

Unlike big, burly bears with their adorably soft hearts that us wild women have to be careful not to bruise, wolves have egos that are titanium over iron. It takes a great deal to insult a wolf, so if you manage it, kudos to you. He’ll probably give you ten thousand orgasms in revenge. You poor, poor thing.

7. Seven Surrenders by Ada Palmer

“Do you know who stole it?”
“Cross my heart.” Masami made the gesture with dark fingers stained darker by the archaic inks used at Black Sakura. “I wrote the list but didn’t think to pull a stunt like the theft. I wish I did know who it was. I’d congratulate them on a plot well laid, then deck them.”

8. Midnight Labyrinth by Elizabeth Hunter

“Tell me to send them away,” he whispered, his heart in his throat. He was in a dream. It was all a dream, and she danced with him in the moonlight and she wore a dress that made her a warrior queen. There was no one else in the darkness, and he was brave. Ben pulled her hand to his face and pressed his lips to her wrist where he’d felt her heart beat. Uncurled her fingers and leaned his cheek into her palm. He closed his eyes and let the words fall from his lips to her feet. “Tell me to send them away,” he said. “I will. You know I always will.”
The silence enveloped them like a cloak. He kept his eyes closed, unable to meet her eyes.
It was a dream.
Her hand slipped from his grasp.
It was all a dream.
When he opened his eyes, she was gone.

9. Hellfire by Jean Johnson

“So…Captain. Statistically speaking, what is the safest spot in the universe?”
“In bed, with the covers pulled over your head,” Ia said, her attention more on her task than on her answer. “Having been kissed good night by your parents, who have just checked under your bed and in your closet for all the things that might go bump in the night.”

10. Contact by Carl Sagan

She found it difficult to discuss physics, much less debate it, with her predominantly male classmates. At first they paid a kind of selective inattention to her remarks. There would be a slight pause, and then they would go on as if she had not spoken. Occasionally they would acknowledge her remark, even praise it, and then again continue undeflected. She was reasonably sure her remarks were not entirely foolish, and did not wish to be ignored, much less ignored and patronized alternately. Part of it—but only a part—she knew was due to the softness of her voice. So she developed a physics voice, a professional voice: clear, competent, and many decibels above conversational. With such a voice it was important to be right. She had to pick her moments. It was hard to continue long in such a voice, because she was sometimes in danger of bursting out laughing. So she found herself leaning towards quick, sometimes cutting, interventions, usually enough to capture their attention; then she could go on for a while in a more usual tone of voice. Every time she found herself in a new group she would have to fight her way through again, just to dip her oar into the discussion. The boys were uniformly unaware even that there was a problem.