Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

The music came back up and the next group of little girls, slightly older, came out. And there was a lot of that in the next hour and change. Older girls, sometimes the same girls, because we got to see them do ballet, jazz, and modern, even a couple of tap dances. I liked dance, and it was no reflection on the kids, but my will to live began to seep away by about the fifth group of sequined children. I

Strike that, no killing today, though depending on the level of stupid aimed at us, I was willing to look at a little mayhem.

I'd like to be jealous," Galen said. "I was all set to be jealous, but damn, Frost, can you just teach me how to do it?

Richard had scooted in to sit on my left without being asked. He's a quick study. It's one of the reasons we're still going out. That and the fact that I lust after his body something terrible. I

We spent the rest of the afternoon searching for the lost Girl Scout troop. We found them asleep, drugged with music. They were curled around a sign that said, "No All-Female Groups Beyond This Point. Satyr Breeding Area." Satyrs have a peculiar sense of humor. I

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

L'hai uccisa tu, Peter, e più di così non puoi vendicarti. Una volta che li hai ammazzati non puoi fare altro». La vendetta è sempre la parte più facile. La parte più difficile arriva in seguito, cioè convivere con la consapevolezza di ciò che si è fatto, e di ciò che si è dovuto sopportare, o che è stato inflitto ai propri cari.

One of my other boyfriends said I hated being in love, and he was right. It always felt so stupid, like your insurance rates should go up, because you're impaired. Romantically handicapped.

Allora pensa a qualcos'altro, qualcosa di meglio.» «Pensieri felici», suggerì Nathaniel. Gli scoccai un'occhiata. «Ti sembro forse Peter Pan?» «Sì, cioè, no. Però fai pensieri felici», insisté Nathaniel.

Doyle's skin wasn't brown—it was black. He looked as if he'd been carved from ebony. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, the chin a little too sharp for my taste. He was all angles and darkness. Those angles looked deceptively delicate, like the bones of a bird, but I'd seen him be hit full in the face with a war hammer once. He'd bled, but he hadn't broken. The

Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg. You wouldn't dare. Why not? I asked. A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. I am the human servant of a council member. Not impressed, I said. Try door number two.

Susan is happy off on another project to save yet another endangered creature. But I miss Irving, and though Susan would laugh at me probably, I like to think that Irving is somewhere chasing angelic speedboats, or maybe he's got his own wings. Surely, even God needs a laugh now and then, and Irving is a funny guy, for a monster.

I had the shotgun. I was also carrying my two pistols, two knives, and a derringer stuffed in the pocket of my jacket. It was a present from Edward. He had handed it to me with this advice: "It kicks like a sonofabitch, but press it under someone's chin, and it will blow their fucking head off." Nice to know. It

To obey my queen in all things." His voice was like his skin, dark. It made me think of molasses and other thick, sweet things. A voice so deep it could hit notes low enough to make my spine shiver.

But you wouldn't be doing me; I don't bottom to anyone,' Nicky said. 'That works for me,' Dev said. I was no longer certain we were joking. Nicky grinned. 'If I come across for you then I'll have to fight off Jean-Claude and Asher. I think I'll stay on this side of the heteroflexible divide; it'll make things less complicated.

I should have remembered that your livery is a spider." He gave a very small smile, which for Doyle was an outrageous amount of expression. "Normally, I would give you time to adjust to my presence, our predicament, but your wards will not hold forever. We must act if you are to be saved.

I wanted to slug him. The desire to smash that beautiful face was physical. It tightened my shoulders, made my arms ache. But I knew better. You don't volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. I

and pressed my hands into fists, trying to prepare myself. There is no real way to prepare

shook my head. "This is too easy." "Don't worry. Something will go wrong soon." He continued down the corridor, and I followed. It took me three steps to realize Edward had made a joke. The

The black vampire whispered in her ear again. She laughed, so high and clear you could have bottled it. "Do you practice the laugh, or is it natural talent? Naw, I'm betting you practice." Jean-Claude's face twisted. I wasn't sure if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that way. The

Scared would be better than stupid.

Allora perché sei qui?» chiese Micah. «Sono stanco di scappare da me stesso.» Non mi parve una risposta, benché Richard sembrasse pensarla diversamente. Comunque sentii Micah annuire dietro di me. «Smettila di scappare», disse il mio Nimir-Raj. «Non sono sicuro di sapere come fare.»

Mysteries make my head hurt

I dropped the towel to the floor and crawled into the warm nest of the covers and Nathaniel's body. 'You sure you don't need to sleep more than you need sex?' 'Sex energizes me; you should know that by now.' Nicky loomed over both of us, propped up on one shoulder. 'I vote you as an honorary lion.' 'High praise,' Nathaniel said.