Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

He'd been living with and engaged to Donna for years, but never quite married, but the kids thought of him as their dad. Becca had been only six when he and her mother started dating. Edward, whom the vampires had nicknamed "Death," had taken Becca to dance class and sat in the waiting room with the moms for years now. It made me smile just to think about it.

Sento che, qualunque cosa io dicessi o facessi in questo momento, tu ne saresti turbata.» Nessuno mi aveva mai detto in modo più diplomatico che ero una rompicoglioni.

We don't have to forget what was done to us, but if we don't forgive it then they still own a piece of our soul. To win back our souls, to be whole, we have to find a way to forgive.

On the off chance that Niley was right and the spear was here, we couldn't let him have it. But it was more than that. Richard had drawn a line in the sand; good versus evil. Good can't tuck tail and run. It's against the rules. It

We settled this, Anita. The . . . ones who can't be named—" He glared at me. "I really hate that we can't even say their names out loud. It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-B e-Name d.

How do we stop them from killing innocent weretiger citizens, and the bigger question, how do we stop her?" "You're the necromancer, I'm just a humble killer," he said.

Kiss Asher for me when he shows up tonight." "He will not be coming tonight. They have closed all the airports and roads into the city. The National Guard is being mobilized." "One little zombie apocalypse and they call out the big guns," I said.

It's too thick. Human blood is a little more watery than that, even heart blood.

It would have been childish to give him the finger, so I didn't do it. Zane did it for me. Jason blew them a kiss. We

Quella di Jean Claude era un vento freddo e tempestoso, mentre quella di Richard era elettricità rovente.

A long time ago it used to bother me that I could be in such confusion, such pain, and the world just didn't give a shit. The world, the creation as a whole, is designed to move forward, to keep on without any one individual person. It feels damned impersonal, and it is. But, then, if the world stopped rotating just because one of us was having a bad day, we'd all be floating out in space.

Suspicion is healthy. It'll keep you alive.

When he first told me, I'd been convinced I'd be the one that would die; now I wasn't so sure, maybe I would win. Maybe I could call Donna and the kids and tell them . . . Tell them what? That their family was destroyed because Edward and I had had the ultimate guy moment and I was the better man?

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death.

The law says innocent until proven guilty, but the truth is, if you see enough pain and death, it's guilty until proven innocent.

Strong Phillip, able to lift overweight nymphomaniacs with both hands. Harvey

I'm your bodyguard. If you die under my protection, the other bodyguards will make fun of me.

It was the way I'd felt a few times in the forest or in the mountains—those moments when you just suddenly feel how alive everything around you is, and you can almost breathe in the energy of every humming insect, flying bird, windblown tree

Shaw mi squadrò da capo a piedi. "Davvero sei tanto brava a uccidere?" "Cerco di essere un bravo sbirro, cerco di essere un bravo soldatino e di obbedire agli ordini, fino a un certo punto. Alla fine però non sono un vero sbirro né un vero soldato. Sono un'assassina legalmente autorizzata. Sono la Sterminatrice.

We'll think of something." And then I knew the other marshals were too close to talk more, because Edward's face folded into a grin. His face lit with that charm that Ted always seemed to have. If there was an Emmy award for hired killers, Edward would so have won.

Inside it felt like the hardest thing in the world. To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

He let me see in that strangely handsome face that he was thinking about her not without her clothes on, but eventually without her skin.

Then I had one of those moments of desperate inspiration, a brilliant idea born of panic.

I've got to go." He hung up suddenly as if afraid of being caught. His mom had probably come into the room. The Zeemans had four sons and a daughter. The sons were all six feet or above. The daughter was five nine. They were all over twenty-one. And they were all scared of their mother. Not literally scared, but Charlotte Zeeman wore the pants in the family. One family dinner and I knew that. I