Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Luckily for me, I didn't know precisely what it was that I'd done to merit a visit from our pack's leader. There were any number of possibilities, none of which I wanted to openly admit on the off chance that there was something I'd done that he hadn't found out yet.

Two psychics, two werewolves, and a psychic human alpha walk up to a crime scene...

What are we doing?" Asher helped himself to a seat at my table. "We aren't doing anything," I told him bluntly. "My mistake. I thought we were brooding in Henry's general direction. Like so." He adopted stormy countenance, then gestured to me. "Yours is better." "Go away, Asher." "You say go away, I hear be my bosom buddy." He gave an elaborate shrug. "Seriously, though: friendship bracelets—yea or nay?

but if there is one universal truth in the human experience, it is that a finely honed scone-eating palate does not just develop overnight.

I'm not your girl" "You could be." "Yeah and I could also tattoo an anorexic pterodactyl on my navel, but I'm not planning on do that, either

I stepped into the secret passageway to find Jameson waiting for me. "Fancy meeting you here, Heiress." "You," I told him, "are the most annoying person on the face of the planet.

In the end," Callum said, his voice soft, gentle, "it all comes back to you. You protect them [your pack], you love them, you live for them, and someday, you die. That's what it means, Bryn-girl, to be what we are [to be Alpha]. It's lonely. It's impossible. It's all-consuming." It is what it is.

Nobody knew what it was like to be torn between what it meant to be human and what it meant to be Pack better than me.

He was arrogant and awful and had spent the first week of our acquaintance dead set on making my life hell. He was still half in love with Emily Laughlin. But from the first moment I'd seen him, looking away had been nearly impossible. And at the end of the day, he'd chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.

Don't you ever apologize for being what you are.

Hit me with all those thinky thoughts,

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you. Forever and ever, no matter what.

Giving money to individuals does little." "It does a lot," I said quietly, "for those people.

Being raised by a psychopath will do that to you.

You'll have to excuse Zo's manners. She was raised by a group of indigenous swamp wallabies and is at times uncomfortable conversing with civilized humans." "Look, it's like this-" Zo started to say, but then she interrupted herself. "Swamp wallabies?

But sometimes a person's brain starts cycling. No matter what you do, the same thoughts just keep repeating, over and over. You get stuck in a loop, and when you're inside that loop, you can't see past it. You'll keep coming up with the same possibilities, to no end, because the answers you need—they're outside the loop. Distractions aren't just distractions. Sometimes they can break you out of the loop.

Caring was dangerous. Caring hurt.

My little sister snuck out of the house carrying a circular-saw blade and a can of Mace. I couldn't exactly let her come alone.

She'd been taught all her life not to attack humans, but knocking them unconscious with tranquilizer guns was more of a gray area.

It's your favorite person." "No. You're not." "I won't embarrass you by proving I am.

Nothing hurts you unless you let it.

Pretending something doesn't matter doesn't make it matter less.

You're going down, Bronwyn. Them's fighting words.

Sterling turned to Michael. I expected her to ask him something, but instead she just held out her hand. "Keys." "Spatula," Michael replied. She narrowed her eyes at him. "We aren't just saying random nouns?" he asked archly.