Quotes from Meljean Brook

I've only imagined seeing you again. That you'd come to my home. That I'd run into you on the street. That I'd look up, and you'd be there, and you'd be well . . . and I'd tell you that I love you.

I'm beginning to think that you aren't with child. You've simply become fat after reading too many recipes.

You'll see. I have a collection of fine waistcoats and a handsome face." He stepped back to let her take in the full effect of both and her smile spread to the edge of a laugh.

The first opportunity he got, Rhys was going to shag her blind.

Mina's mouth dropped open, and he bent his head as if to kiss her. She jammed her gun barrel under his chin. He grinned.

Her parents exchanged an odd glance. Her mother's lips curved. "Yes, I imagine that he possesses a rather large cannon," she said, spearing her sausage with a fork.

You came." His gaze held hers. "And I knew that you are not useful to me, Ash. Not anymore. Except as a reason to get up in the morning --" "You don't sleep anymore," she reminded him, smiling. "Except as a reason to keep breathing --" "You don't need air." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm still new at this Guardian thing. So just shut up, and let me tell you that I love you.

Sunset was only thirty minutes gone when some pissant vampire waylaid Deacon on his way to Theriault's. One of those younger shits who wrote poetry to Mother Darkness and thought becoming a vampire would make him sparkle.

She'd been a silly girl who'd dreamed of love, and a stupid girl who'd declared love a fraud; but she'd never imagined that when she found it,it would be richer, more powerful than dreams, and the impossibility of keeping it more painful than the worst betrayal.

Confounding woman. He wanted to drag her close and kiss her senseless.

Her hand shot to the front of his breeches, making claws of her fingers and trapping his genitals in a tight grip. He froze. As if testing, she hefted the firm weight she found. Heavy, but so very delicate. She bared her teeth. "And even in the dark, now I'll know that I'm ripping off the right cods." His eyes narrowed, and the hot interest she saw in his gaze sent shivers skittering down her spine. That wasn't just business now. She tightened her grip.

Perhaps we should see what comes next.

I've never understood it. That is always the first thing someone asks: Where are you from. Not 'What do you like?' or 'What do you believe?' or even 'What is your mother like?' which all have more bearing on the person I am. And if I don't tell them where I'm from, they try to guess.... It drives them mad, as if to know me they need to know where I am from.

Money could buy her slippers. Only crazy would get her a man.