Quotes from Nancy Warren

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. —Oscar Wilde

believe in personal freedom, global warming, the right of every person to clean water and enough to eat. I believe every woman deserves an orgasm. Every time.

In our mass-produced world, we don't take enough care of the arts and crafts.

Life is a gamble and sometimes when you gamble you win.

He said, We'll get the knitting club onto it. I beg your pardon? We've got a dozen vampires with not enough to do, who can go out at night. They can eavesdrop on conversations, get talking to people in pubs late at night. Think of them as your Baker Street irregulars.

Even though my former assistant, Eileen, had turned out to be a soul-sucking demon, she had helped me improve my knitting.

I deal in magic and mayhem.

That's the thing about Oxford. You go for a drink in a pub with some guy and next thing he's quoting Hamlet.

Even I don't wake up looking like Cindy Crawford. —Cindy Crawford

His blue gaze was intent and not even when a drunk undergrad bumped into the back of his chair and mumbled a slurred, "Sorry, mate," did his gaze waver from mine.

That's what Gran always said. I'm too impatient. If you'd ever tried knitting, you'd understand." "I can knit," he said. Okay, that surprised me so much I choked on a sip of sherry. "Seriously?

But I never forgot Florence. And now, my wife has passed away, and I wondered if it was possible that Florence still remembered me as I remember her.

She nodded, hoping he was right and her jagged edges would smooth and that being beaten up by life could turn out well. "It's

Though why would this incredibly sexy, sophisticated man be interested in me? I was the girl-next-door type, a solid B student, and he was the kind of sexy academic who probably dated brilliant supermodels.

An open enemy is better than a false friend. —Greek proverb

No. I have a place near Woodstock, but I've been spending more time here lately." Sylvia made a sound like she was clucking. "For one very obvious reason." I glanced at her and waited for more, but Gran said, "Now, Sylvia. Leave them be." I glanced swiftly at Rafe but he appeared oblivious.

He and Rafe were Light and Dark, Living and Undead. I was in this bizarre state where I felt like I hovered between the two states.

Fate sure has a funny way of messing up our well-ordered lives." As

Her estate's lawyer. "Is he…?" "Undead? Oh, yes. I never do business with daywalkers. Too temporary.

He was joking, right? A village garden competition wasn't like the Olympics.

sent him his list of dreamy-eyed ideals along with the birthday card she'd hand made with pressed flowers and a reminder to come home for the weekend to celebrate his milestone birthday. Thirty-five. Evan strode across the marble lobby leading to his law firm's offices like a man in a hurry. In fact, he had ten minutes to spare before his next client meeting. A lot of people might use those minutes to grab a coffee, chat with a colleague or relax. Evan

I'd had a couple of spectacular mishaps in the magic department recently, so I didn't like to mess with actual humans anymore, not if I could help it.

him. Not that a hint of his thoughts showed on his face when he walked into The Rainier Room, one of the smaller meeting rooms. Half a dozen worried-looking executives were settling

One of you is obviously lying. How on earth do I figure out which one? You both have something to gain.