Sequel Quotes

“Unexpected clashes between past and present may arouse a surge of bewilderment, but ‘time’ can be a redeemer and heal mental wreckage. Time might prove to be a dependable ally and a reliable coach to find a new inspiring sequel for the future. ( “Disruption” )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Never mind those failures till yesterday. Each new day is a sequel of a wonderful life; gifted with hopes to succeed.”
― Aniruddha Sastikar

“...ending a book with a sequel in such a way that the reader still has faith in the characters and in the writer. That's finesse.”
― Shandy L. Kurth

“Good can come from even the most lost of causes.”
― Natalie Mae, The Cruelest Mercy

“Pleasure and pain.
That was my Melody.
She was my poison
so toxic, when sampled,
yet,
so sweet...”
― Kenya Wright, The Final Play

“As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.”
― J.D. Brewer, The Birth of Anarchy: Vagabond's Sequel

“I love you. I trust you and... I want to be your human canvas!”
― Angela Gascoigne, Branded

“There is nothing you wouldn’t do for him, no limits you wouldn’t cross.”
― Jannat Bhat, What He Revealed

“..feeling is the place every story starts.”
― Dwight V. Swain, Techniques of the Selling Writer

“Without her, I couldn't live.”
― Kenya Wright, The Deadly Game

“The only time you've been under me is when I've been inside of you and even then, you're never truly under me. I always remain under you.”
― Kenya Wright, The Deadly Game

“Asleep? That's what she is right now?” Pure menace laced his words. “And when you decide to answer that question, Kane, be sure that you answer this with great care. I for one see you as my friend. We've never had problems. But now you've met my Melody, and problems cannot be avoided. So when I ask you, is she asleep, be sure that you give me a clear answer, because different ones will result in your death and the slashing away of every fucking person you know.”
― Kenya Wright, The Deadly Game

“Draw: For the most part, a draw occurs when it appears that neither side will win.”
― Kenya Wright, The Deadly Game

“Melody.” His voice was a tormented whisper on his lips.
“Yes,” I said.
“If you ever need to escape, come to me.”
“What?” I asked.
“Just come. I won’t...I would never hurt you.”
“But—”
“You’re all that matters to me.”
― Kenya Wright, The Deadly Game

“No matter how much he’d done to me, my heart could not be done with him.”
― Kenya Wright, The Final Play

“Tu sei viva grazie a me. Tu vivi perché lo voglio io." © Il Siberiano - Giovanna Roma”
― Giovanna Roma, Il Siberiano

“Okay... I get that... but why I!?”
― Deyth Banger, Notes Of A Dead Man Sequel

“Fuck you and them... I don't like this rules!”
― Deyth Banger, Notes Of A Dead Man Sequel

“There’s a storm brewing - I can feel it - but it’s got nothing to do with the weather.’ - The Nor'easter - Shaun Young, Book #2”
― Tom Grove, The Nor'easter

“Why do I get the feeling that this story doesn’t have a happy ending?” JT asked.
Because stories that result in a haunting rarely do, Kate thought to herself. Someone always dies. Someone is always left behind. Someone is always caught between worlds.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Between Worlds

“There are no happy endings. You just haven't read the next chapter, or the sequel, where everyone dies or decides they aren't happy anymore.”
― Paul Kellie

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay away from you. I can’t survive without you.”
― Jannat Bhat, What He Revealed

“If we don't allow ourselves to be happy, then what are we really fighting for?”
― Kass Morgan, Supernova

“There’s a black hole in my head, deep inside, slowly swallowing my hopes. My heart hits my chest hard as if it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin. I lock eyes with my son, who glares vehemently at me. I knew this would be my last moment realizing the nothingness is now my existence. Then suddenly, the world slowly disappears in front of me. Closing my eyes, I breathe short pants, feeling numb as tears gather behind my eyes.”
― Christine M. Germain, The Stone the Curse of Mastema

“I thinkThe Lord of the Ringsis in itself a good deal better thanThe Hobbit,but it may not prove a very fit sequel. It is more grown up—but the audience for whichThe Hobbitwas written has done that also. The readers young and old who clamoured for 'more about the Necromancer are to blame, for the N. is not child's play.

Letter 45, To [publishers] C. A. Furth, Allen & Unwin”
― J. R. R. Tolkien

“I loved these little teasers before a meal, things I didn't have to order but just came to me like gifts from heaven.
These amuse-bouches actuallylookedlike little gifts; they were small pouches of dough that twisted at the top and came to a gleaming golden-brown ruffle. They actually looked kind of familiar. "These were onChef Supreme!"I said. I took a quick picture." I wonder if they've got a sauerkraut and potato filling, like the ones Chef Sadie made on the show. "I bit into it. The wrapper crunched and then relaxed into a nice doughy chew, almost like a very thin pizza crust. Sure enough, the interior was plush and buttery with a smooth potato puree but also zingy with fermented cabbage, the sour shreds of leaf providing a perfect contrast to the richness of the potatoes and the crust." Remember when I told you there was no such thing as too much potato? "A mustard seed popped between my teeth, spicy. I finished with the ruffle on top, brown and shatteringly crunchy." It's still true.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“Out marched a woman carrying a plate. I didn't see what was on the plate at first, because I knew this woman. She was short and dark-haired, with rosy cheeks and shiny gold Converses that sparkled beneath the ceiling lights. I'd seen her wearing those same gold Converses on TV.
My brain short-circuited a little as she kept on marching toward our table, and I saw what she was holding on her plate. It was some sort of twisted pastry with cherries and chocolate sauce forming... hearts all over the plate. And just one dainty fork.
Oh. Oh no.
She set the plate on our table with a wide smile. "I hear it's a special day for you, and I wanted to bring you this babka beignet on the house. Happy anniversary!"
Oh my god. I couldn't believe I had to lie to Chef Sadie Rosen.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“My eyes locked on the hand Devin had placed so gently on Thea's. They were a pair, a team. I didn't know their story, but whatever bond had mated them had clearly made a decision that the two of them could live with. A bond, two souls meant to find each other. Was that something I could really have? Reach for? My attention drifted to the dragon sitting next to me in the booth, and under the table I slid my fingers next to his until I could hook my pinky with his.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Lady Georgina of the Summer Court," Heather added.
I turned in my seat to see two fae in the parking lot through the glass front door. The girl was on fire. Like, literally on fire. Her clothes had burned off, but you couldn't see much of her. You know, through the fucking fire.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"She's having some hot flashes." Thea came to stand near our table and crossed her arms with a sigh. "Alan is there trying to cool her off. The pregnancy has been rough on her."
I looked at the flaming fae again, and sure enough a big ginger dude with a wild beard was waving his hands in the direction of his mate, spraying her with a mist of water. He might have been trying to put out the fire or just trying to simmer it down.
"I've heard about this," Jerod said, standing up and tapping his chin. "You've had a little baby boom over here, haven't you?"
"Something like that." Thea met Devin's gaze, pressing her lips in an attempt not to smile, and went over to the door to greet them.
"The faerie gate is," Heather paused, "overcorrecting for a previous problem we'd had. Let's leave it at that."
I looked up at Ryker, who was watching the flaming fae. He looked down at me with a shrug. "Fae. I'm still not entirely sure how they work and I've been around a while.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“And I take it the distraction from before was at your location, Lady Thea?" Ryker kneeled down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.
The Lady of Winter tightened her hold on the little girl. "It was, but we stopped it."
"There was a loud boom," Ryker prodded for details.
Thea's mouth was a grim line. "There was. It seems someone... someone came into her powers unexpectedly. The threat was handled." Her eyes fell to the child cuddled under her chin, shivering in a pink nightgown, not from the chill but from the trauma of the night. We all stared, and the girl peeked around her little shoulder long enough to show me the flash of blue eyes to match Thea's under the mop of dark hair that matched Devin's.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons