Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

ethics were in most cases a burden that could be reasonably ignored in pursuit of necessity.

Guess it didn't matter if it was a group home or summer camp, guys and their stomachs didn't change.

I spend the day running on a treadmill while madly juggling a half dozen grenades. It's a solid day of absolutely zero progress, and the best I can say, at the end of it, is that nothing exploded.

Singling out "women's fiction" for genre derision never fails to piss me off. Somehow worse when women do it. Case in pt: Editor says crowd-sourcing editorial for romance & erotica not bad idea b/c "no great artistry at stake" Yes, genre fiction not high art. But it's a craft we take seriously, writing for love of storytelling, not writing whatever sells.

We lay there a moment, entwined around each other, panting. Then I lifted my head to look at the room. Two broken lamps. One ripped pillowcase. One damaged headboard. Not bad ... Oh, shit. Was that a picture frame? Two picture frames. How the hell did we ...? I sighed. We'll snag the bill before Jeremy sees it, Clay said. I sighed louder. Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.

In the meantime, I'll get a job. I'll pay my own way." "A job?" "Mmm, yeah. It's that thing people do to make money.

What's that old joke? "A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body.

A Bad Omen is a warning. A sign to stop and reconsider. Proceed with caution.

Yeah, I know. These days, weird is my life. I should get that on a T-shirt.

That's my point, you dumb f-ing Mick. You're not just letting him poach on your turf--you're opening the gate and inviting him in...Why don't you just hand him a bouquet of roses and a box of f-ing condoms while you're at it, Jacko? It's not like that, Jack said. No? Nadia is yours, and it's about time you had the balls to do something about it.

Comfort and reassurance and a wordless understanding that there is always darkness. In some part of us, there is absolute darkness, as much as we wish otherwise. As much as we pretend otherwise. Anders shifts

He laughed and tugged me down in a kiss. Then, lips still close enough to feel them tickle mine, he said, You know this is it for me, right?You're it. First and last. I looked up and met his gaze. Same for me. First and last.

Switchblade, I said. Nice. I could use one of those. That's not enough? He whispered, pointing at my gun. It does the job, if the job us to kill. I need a backup that's not always so lethal. You could try getting yourself into fewer situations where you need a weapon.

So why was his stomach tightening and twisting with every step up those stairs? Because hope was a dangerous thing. It said the failure would be his own fault alone.

Preferirei chiedere un passaggio allo psicopatico del villaggio. Clay ha ghignato di nuovo. Dimentichi che sono io lo psicopatico del villaggio, darling .

It looked like I was the dead itself, and that isn't something someone should aspire to look like.

There were women, too. They were a little more what I expected. Tight jeans. Tank tops without bras. Evening makeup at noon. Jersey hair. The general vibe varied from "wouldn't look out of place on a corner of 47th" to "could work at a really nice strip club.

Now I was standing in a forest grove with a witch, a half-demon, a vampire, and a shaman, planning to put an end to a nefarious plot to usurp our powers and alter the path of humankind. Talk about your conspiracy theories.

I don't doubt tall, dark, and seriously cute had a vision, but I'm still going to wait for Kit's call on this one. Did she just call me cute? Corey said. Hayley turned on Tori. Did you just flirt with my boyfriend? Boyfriend? Corey said. Are you coming? I asked Corey. Or staying to flirt back? Bossy, isn't she? Tori said. Yeah, I think it's hot, Corey said with a grin.

Philip wooed me with all the patience of someone trying to coax a half-wild animal into the house and, like many a stray, I found myself domesticated before I thought to resist.

There is no escape from the prison of the mind.

I want limits, damn it. I'll accept omens and portents and second sight. I'll accept giant black hounds and creepy ravens and magpies. I'm still working out the fae and Wild Hunt thing. But I draw the line at people disappearing into thin air.

When Derek hesitated, Chloe said, If you leave, either I go with you and take the same risk or stay here, with strangers. Without you. He scowled at her. Yes, it's a low blow, she said. But I'll use whatever works right now.

A lot of stories about me getting into trouble start with a girl.