Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

I don't read much of what I write because I worry about unintentionally borrowing something.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

And they certainly wouldn't take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian." I glanced up at Derek. "It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.

I thought you were all-seeing." All-knowing, not all-seeing!" he snapped. "I'm a God, not Santa Claus!

I'd like to see a world where, if a teenager fears she's seeing/hearing things, she feels as comfortable seeking help as she would if she found a lump on her leg.

I thought you were all-seeing." All-knowing, not all-seeing!" he snapped. "I'm a God, not Santa Claus!

And he says I have lousy timing

I glanced up to see Liz and smiled. Thank you. I just went along for the ride. After that happened- She waved at Derek. You know how blind people need Seeing Eye dogs? Well, apparently werewolves could really use Opening Door poltergeists.

Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?

When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I'd like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects.

Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look... Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. Leave your cloths on, Tori, Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. Please.

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

And stop doing that," he said. "Backing away, giving me that look." Like you're scaring me? Maybe you are." He stepped back so fast he wobbled and caught himself, and the look on his face—It vanished in a second, the scowl returning. I'd never hurt you, Chloe. You should know—" He stopped. Paused. Then wheeled and started walking away. "Next time? Handle it yourself. I'm done taking care of you.

Great. So if I saw a guy standing still, and he wasn't wearing an old uniform, I just had to ask him to walk through furniture. If he stared at me like I was crazy, then I'd know he wasn't a ghost. - Chloe

I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon... except as a comic relief. Ghost Whisperer Junior. Or Ghost Screamer, more like it. Tune in, every week, as Chloe Saunders runs screaming from yet another ghost looking for her help. Okay, superpower might be pushing it.

That's what we all want, isn't it? Power without price.

We had one gun, one werewolf, one poltergeist, one supercharged spell-caster, one not-so-supercharged spell-caster, and one perfectly useless necromancer, though Liz was quick to remind me that she needed me to relay her words. - Chloe

A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.

If it gets too bad, go. I'll understand." I won't.

Screw caution, Tori said. I'm outta here. We looked at her. Well, I am. As long as someone comes with me. We kept looking at her. She sighed. Fine, but when everything goes to hell, just remember, I get to blame you guys, because I wanted to leave right away.

Yes you're getting your tattoo. I threw my arms around Dad's neck. Thank you! Hey, Mom said. I'm the one who had to persuade him it wasn't turning his little girl into a streetwalker. I never said that, Dad said. No? I said. Cool. Cause I've decided to skip the paw print. I'm thinking of a tramp stamp with flames that says 'Hot in Here.' No wait. Arrows. For directionally challenged guys

I don't forgive him, I said. Hell, no, you don't. And why should you? So he can feel better? Get on with his life? And what's he done to help you get on with yours?

This is so cool, I said loudly as Dad walked away. Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot? He's a she, Mom said. Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isnt fully formed. Your father can't hear you anymore, Maya. Mom sighed.