Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Jameson was close to me now. Too close. Every one of the Hawthorne boys was magnetic. Larger than life. They had an effect on people—and Jameson was very good at using that to get what he wanted. He wants something from me now.

sometimes it feels good to smack the hell out of something.

I wasn't entirely sure how to reply. Blow me and Screw you both seemed like strong contenders, but the peanut gallery in my head appeared to be favoring castration.

Nash Hawthorne would probably tip his cowboy hat to Death herself.

It figured--the almost invincible girl gets hurt, and they call a vet.

I had to protect him. And me. So I took everything I felt for the pack. I saw the bond, and instead of closing myself off to it, I pulled. I pulled at it and I thrust it toward Chase.

Your statistical track record for decision-making is somewhat concerning.

Did you follow me here?" I asked. Lake shrugged. "The word follow seems to suggest you got here first.

You can't tell me I matter and then leave like I don't.

We need to talk," Dean said. "Whatever you have to say," Michael drawled, "You can say in front of me." I gave Michael a look. "Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me, unless Cassie wishes to speak to you privately, in which case I completely respect her right to do so," Michael corrected himself.

I am everything. I am nothing. I am powerful. I am forgotten.

Across from us, Lia eyed our hands and then brought her own to her forehead in a melodramatic motion. "I'm a dark and angsty profiler," she intoned. "No," she countered in a falsetto, bringing her other hand up, "I'm a dark and angsty profiler. Ours is a star-crossed love.

None of us had normal childhoods," Sloane said quietly. "If we had, we wouldn't be Naturals.

I'd tell you that you can't stay mad forever," Ivy commented, "but I'm pretty sure you'd take that as a challenge.

This was our language: half-truths, obvious lies, accusations neither one of us would ever make. It was a system eery bit as complicated as Morse code or the dancing of bees. Don't ask, don't tell, stay civil.

Well," a female voice said. "What have we here?" "Here," Bethany said, responding to the woman's rhetorical question, "we have a teenager. And she's pissed.

Hierarchy was like breathing: the only time you thought about it was when something went wrong.

In the past six weeks, I'd been shot at, blown up, kidnapped, and paraded around as the living, breathing embodiment of Cinderella stories. To the world, I was a scandal, a mystery, a curiosity, a fantasy.

Most of the time, it felt like my father and I were completely different species. Possibly literally, depending on the day and whether or not I actually qualified as human at the time.

He gently traced the line of my jaw. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word." He thought he could protect me. He wanted to. He was touching me, and all I wanted was to let him. Let him protect me. Let him touch me.

Casey was in the bed with Ali. And that was where I drew the line. Because eww.

The fact that you don't hate him for this breaks my heart. And if we weren't leaving because of what they'd done to you, we'd be leaving because the pack has twisted you enough to make you think that it's okay for someone to treat you that way.

I laid my head on his neck, and the two of us-girl and wolf-fell asleep, into a dream within a dream.

I have a plan. Boys, it's hunting season. Weapon up