Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

Do werewolves dream of shapeshifted sheep?

That fact alone should let you know just how deep a hole I was digging. Or would that be, already have dug? Yeah, already dug. I was about halfway to China and still throwing dirt up in the air.

If we can get everyone all tucked in safe and sound before dawn, all things will be possible.

I love you, Jean-Claude; I wouldn't know what to do without you in my life, my bed, my heart.' 'Very poetic for you, ma petite.' 'I've

I stared at the phone. I'd had to do it. Had to. So why did my stomach feel tight? Why did I have the urge to call Jean-Claude and warn him? Was it the marks, or was Richard right? Did I love Jean-Claude in some strange, twisted way? God help me, I hoped not.

You saw the news footage," I said. He gave a small nod. "And just like that you flew out?" "You'd do the same for me," he said. I nodded. "Yeah." "What I can't believe is that you didn't call me sooner." I frowned. "Why?" "You have a zombie apocalypse and you don't invite me.

Now, let's get naked," I said.

Jean-Claude said. I stared at him, and for the first

What could be more innocent? Biker Nuns from Hell, but besides that.

Hello, Jean-Claude," I said. "Greetings, ma petite," he said. His voice was like fur, rich, soft, vaguely obscene, as if just talking to him was something dirty. Maybe it was. "Don't call me ma petite," I said. He smiled slightly, not a hint of fang. "As you like.

Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; there are as many different kinds of love as there are people.

The short one with the scar shifted from foot to foot. "Yeah, this is Russell," he motioned at the Indian, "and this is Newt." I almost said, "Newt," aloud, but figured we had enough problems without me being a smart-ass. And people say I don't know when to keep my mouth shut.

I don't want people attracted to me by magic; that's just creepy.

You smell of other people's blood, ma petite." I smiled at him, sweetly. "It was no one you knew." His

She is one of the bravest people I know, because when she's scared, or nervous, or so uncomfortable that she wants to do anything but what she has to do, she does it anyway. She taught me that you can only truly be brave if you're afraid, that without fear there is no bravery.

I usually have to make you sleep on a job,' Edward said. 'Maybe I'm getting old,' I said. 'You're younger than I am,' he said. I smiled. 'Maybe I just got out of the hospital after being shot and spent the last few hours in a brutal fucking battle against killer zombies, and so I'm a little tired.' He

And the boss isn't . . ." He waggled his hands back and forth. "Ya know, mean." I nodded. I did know. I could bitch and complain about Jean-Claude all I wanted, but compared to most Masters of the City, he was a pussycat. A big, dangerous, carnivorous pussycat, but still, it was an improvement.

Gdy nÄ™kajÄ… ciÄ™ wÄ…tpliwoÅ›ci, we? gÅ'Ä™boki oddech i rób swoje. Od lat kierowaÅ'am siÄ™ tÄ… zasadÄ…. SÅ'yszaÅ'am gorsze, naprawdÄ™.

Když budete mít pistoli v kabelce, zabijou vás – protože žádná žena nenajde ve své kabelce cokoli dÃ…â"¢ív než za dvanáct minut. To je jedna ze zákonitostí svÄ›ta.

You never knew when you'd find a chink in the armor big enough to die through.

What could I possibly be mad about?' The sarcasm was thick enough to eat with a spoon.

Odhadovala jsem, že jsem mimo dosah, ale jistá jsem si nebyla. Jak velká je bezpe?ná vzdálenost od hada vÄ›tÅ¡ího než nákla?ák? O dva státy dál? Nebo o tÃ…â"¢i?

I'd had Jean-Claude drive the metaphysical bus before, but I'd never felt it like this, never been so aware of how terribly aware he was of his power, of my power, of the power we all offered him. He was vampire, which meant he was a cold power, a thing of logic, because emotions do not trouble the dead. He shifted through our talents, like Edward would have looked through his gun safe. Which gun will do the job? Which will make this shot?

Jestli jsou o?i zrcadlem duÅ¡e, pak je Edward v maléru, protože nikdo není doma.