Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

I love that woman. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. I'll do whatever it takes to see that happen. Do you get that?

Mr. Walsh?" a woman's voice said. "Can I get a comment, Mr. Walsh?" "That's not about me, is it?" I said. "No, my client. He's on trial for killing his business partner and dissolving him in quicklime. Which is ridiculous." "Uh-huh." "It is. Anyone in my client's line of work knows that quicklime is a very poor solvent. Chemical hydrolysis is the method of choice these days.

The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today

Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time.

I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.

I wouldn't call Gabriel Walsh if I was on fire." She pursed her lips. "No, I might. To sue everyone responsible—from the person who lit the match to those who made my clothes. But I'd wait until the fire was out. Otherwise, he'd just stand there until I was burned enough for a sizable settlement.

But was it wrong to put yourself first? That's called survival, right? If you're running for your life, you don't get the luxury of being nice. They were going to learn that. It's fine to wave the pompoms for teamwork—all for one and one for all—but when push came to shove, these guys wouldn't be risking their lives for Chloe, maybe not even for each other. I was sure of it. Once things got worse, it would be every kid for himself. It always is.

Then you should take it for a spin. Cars like that shouldn't be left in storage. It causes mechanical issues. With brakes and tires and engines and such." My smile returned. "You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?" "Not a word.

I must have been sound asleep if i missed all that shouting-Simon What shouting?-Derek you mean that Chole just told you she followed a ghost onto a roof, and you didnt blast her all the way to Canada?-Simon He's a little off this morning-Chole More than a little i'll say.-Simon

I won't make excuses for what I did. The truth is that your whole life can change with one split-second decision, and it doesn't matter if you told yourself you'd never do it or if you stepped into the moment with no intention of doing it. All it takes is for that one second of absolute panic when the solution shines right there in front of you, and you grab it... only to have it turn into ash in your hand. There is no excuse for what I did.

I should have a gun." "And you think I can provide it?" "Ask your biker gang buddies." "They prefer the term 'motorcycle club.'" "I'm sure they do.

Is he bothering you? Nah just some old pervert waiting for the sex show. The ghost lips curled If I was alive I'd teach you some manners First I'd- I'm sure there are losts of thing you'd do to me if you were alive, but seeing as though your're not, I guess you're stuck watching... (makes a jerk-off gesture)

In Cainsville, town elders still hold power. They'll protect you.

I blinked and wiped my hand over my face. My fingers came back damp. I glanced across the room and saw my reflection in the mirror, hair snarled, mascara running, face streaked with tears. Yep, you look like shit, Adam said. And I took plenty of pictures, which I will keep until an appropriate opportunity for blackmail arises.

Yeah yeah, h said. I waited. She was decent. Although technically, she's still naked. You're sch a perv, she turned on to me. Okay, kitty. Lead on. We'll try to keep up. Yeah,good luck with that, Rafe said. If she runs, we're history.

I could shave my head and wear a sackcloth and still get a whole lot of ghostly wrong numbers. Makes me wonder if there's some kind of ghost-necro porn industry down there. ~Jaime Vegas

Uh-uh Clay drawled above me, Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn

They are like actors playing a role, sometimes enjoying their role on stage, but usually relieved to leave it

I'll keep it in my bedside drawer, in case I'm woken in the middle of the night and mistake the cat for an intruder. An honest accident." "You're not shooting the cat. It would leave a mess.

I'm not a shrink. Never been to one. Shot a couple. Don't think that counts.

Note to clients, quicklime is a preservative, not a corrosive.

If he knew one thing about life, it was this: look out for yourself. No one else would do it for you. If you were cheated or tricked, it was your own fault, and a lesson best learned before the world devoured you.

I understood that now. I wished I could have understood it then. I wished I could have said something in that last moment, before he let go. He'd told me it was okay. His last words to me. Why couldn't they have been my last words to him?

Our eyes met and his grin stretched another quarter-inch. Another schoolgirl flip--followed by a very un-schoolgirl wave of heat. He leaned even farther over the boards, lips parting to say something. Hey, Kris! someone yelled behind him. If you want to flirt with Eve, tell her to meet you in the penalty box. You'll be back there soon enough.