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“Think of them like gods, Janice said, because that’s what they are. The nape of a human neck is especially easy to see through – that’s why they love it when we bow our heads. It doesn’t have anything to do with praying. Prayers bore them.”
Kathryn Davis“my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest“I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.”
Dean Koontz, Odd Apocalypse“Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves“He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love Me Back”
Gena Showalter“Years ago you followed someonehere, in love with breathkissing the nape of your neck,back when it was easy to beat least two places at once.”
Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch“Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.”
Jodi Picoult, Perfect Match“I made sure to brush my teeth as soon as I was able. I even asked for a hair tie to pull my long, blood-red hair into a twist at the nape of my neck so I wouldn’t have that 'freshly hospitalized' look.”
Elle Lothlorien, Alice in Wonderland“I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”-In the yellow time of pollen”
Luke Davies“After a moment, he found my neck, kissing the nape, his teeth grazing my skin and causingme to make a small noise very much like a whimper. Before I could take another breath, hislips met mine and I was lost to his touch.”
Cyrese Covelli, Wolfsmage [Witchlock Book 3]