Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

why kill two birds with one stone when you can kill twelve

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. "There are fourteen varieties of hugs," she said. "This is one of them.

Good boy, Devon," I taunted. "You got me home before dark. If you can sit, shake and roll over, too, I'm sure Callum will give you a doggie treat.

I'm Chase." he said. "Kind of an ironic name for a werewolf." The observation slipped easily off my tongue. The boy didn't blink. In fact, I was beginning to doubt that he'd blink once since I'd come into the room. "Werewolves do a lot of chasing." I explained. "And your name is Chase. Hee.

The only person I trust with all that I am and all that could be, Heiress, is you.

You think I didn't fight the same fight? I halfway convinced myself that as long as Avery was just a riddle or a puzzle, as long as I was just playing, I'd be fine. Well, joke's on me, because somewhere along the way, I stopped playing.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.

It would be shame," Jameson commented, "if we were related.

Little Sisters' Survival Guide, rule number thirty-seven," Skylar said. "Scream before they hit you.

Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Sometimes you gotta excise a wound before it can heal.

Bethany blinked. "Did you just hit me?" she asked, disbelief coloring her every feature. Skylar raised both hands, palms outward. "I come in peace!" "You do not come in peace. You hit me." "I hit in peace!

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He's been looking for something. He's been looking for it since the day he was born.

Casey doesn't trust him." "Casey doesn't trust anyone," I replied. "He's paranoid like that. I mean, come on, he's a werewolf who installed a nanny cam in his kids' room." I pointed my spoon at Ali for emphasis. "A nanny cam.

Grayson Hawthorne was arrogant enough to consider himself bulletproof—and honorable enough to see a promise through to its end.

Where are you going?" I asked him. After everything it has taken to get to this point, he couldn't just walk away. "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably to the wine cellar, for now.

Show of hands," Devon said, breaking the silence. "Who thinks we're screwed?

Lake breathed out a happy sigh as she approached the row filled with guns. "Matilda was my first, but ladies, you know how to make a girl want to stray.

Maybe, to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.

I am a human Rube Goldberg machine," he said. "I do simple things in complicated ways

This was the Grayson I'd met weeks ago: dripping power and well aware that he could come out on top in any battle. He didn't make threats, because he didn't have to.

It's not just clothing. It's a message. You're not deciding what to wear. You're deciding what story you want your image to tell. Are you the ingenue, young and sweet? Do you dress to this world of wealth and wonders like you were born to it, or do you want to walk the line: the same but different, young but full of steel?

Thea isn't a girl. She's a whirlwind wrapped in a hurricane wrapped in steel.