Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.

The sense that the only thing better than being alone would be to be with someone who made you feel as safe and comfortable as you did when you were alone.

This was a doctor. Sworn to heal, not to judge. But judge she did, in the twist of her lips and the chill of her tone.

Lucas - You'll have to excuse Paige's overenthusiastic attempt to befriend the local wildlife. Not many of their type where she comes from. Paige -Hey, we have gangs in Boston. Lucas - Ah, yes. I believe they're particularly bad down by the wharf, where they're liable to descend upon the unwary, surround him with their yachts, and shout well-chosen and elegantly elocuted epithets.

My foggy brain slid away and— And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it's a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through my brain as I looked at a photo of a decapitated head on my bed.

It's me, whispered a familiar voice. Der— Thwack. He stumbled, Liz behind him, a sturdy branch raised. Liz, it's— She hit him again, a home-run swing between the shoulders, and he went down with an oomph and an oath. She recognized the voice—or the curse—and leaned over, getting a look at him. (Liz) Whoops. (Simon) I'd say he deserved that, always sneaking up on people.

She saw Derek and without so much as a hello, leaned to look behind him. Where's Simon? He's— Is he okay? Why isn't he here? She glared up at Derek. Where'd you leave him? Passed out in an alley. Derek frowned in thought. Not sure where, though ... He's kidding, I said as Tori sputtered. We need to get moving. Derek hooked a thumb as Tori while looking at me. She's your responsibility. Excuse me? Tori said. Derek didn't even glance her way. Make sure she keeps up. And shuts up.

So, is it too young for you? He leaned over, lips coming to mine, arms pulling me into a kiss, soft at first, tentative, then ... wow. The guy could kiss. I finally had to pull back to catch my breath. Good answer? he said. Yep. You like them young. He flushed. That was not the message. Are you sure? Because it certainly seems-- He cut me off with another oxygen-depriving kiss.

A soft poke at my shoulder blade startled me. Still jumpy, I see. I spun to see Simon, Derek hanging back behind him. Simon grinned, the sight as familiar as Derek's scowl. Got my note, I hear, he said. I pulled it out and waved it. He plucked it from my fingers and tucked it into my jacket pocket.

Keepers and Seekers were not permitted to do more than trim their hair to elbow length. Ashyn said they ought to be grateful they weren't like the spirit talkers, who weren't ever allowed to cut their hair or their nails. Personally, Moria would be more concerned with the eyes plucked out, tongue cut off, and nostrils seared part of being a spirit talker, but she could see that the uncut nails might be inconvenient as well.

If the Romans could have fortified their cities the way the human brain fortifies itself, we'd still be wearing togas.

Don't apologize. I wasn't- Not in words, but it was clear from your tone. Apology suggests that you are keeping me from doing what I need to do, which implies I am somehow powerless to do otherwise. It's a choice, Olivia.

He turned, a stray slip of moonlight illuminating a sliver of his face, blue eyes glowing almost preternaturally in the darkness.

I needed to make choices for me, whoever I was. I'd say I needed to find myself, if that didn't sound like I was heading into the Himalayas, taking only a backpack stuffed with angst and clean underwear

a blazing fire in an ice storm.

Chloe isn't flirting with that guy," Simon said. "Course not." "I mean it. She's—" I glanced back at him. "I'm not blind. She's only paying enough attention to him to be polite. He's the one flirting, which is bugging her and that's why I'm pissed off. She's trying to eat her fries and he's interrupting." Simon chuckled.

Tell me half a cup's worth of story and we'll call it a night.

I have one more task to carry out before I go, Moria." She turned to Gavril. "You may leave us." "I may . . . but I will not." "Ignore him," Moria said. "I do. As much as possible." "I do not blame you. He seems very ill-tempered. Traitors ought to be more charming or they'll never woo anyone to their side." She turned to Gavril. "Is your father more charming?

I could mentally lift the vision wholesale and stick it into the already overflowing "crazy shit I'll deal with later" box in my brain.

So what's it tonight?" she asked. "Tag? Hide and seek? Fetch?" I gave a soft growl at the last one and she laughed. "Someday, I'm going to teach you to fetch," she said.

Sometimes, wanting to impress is what keeps us moving when all we really want to do is curl up in a fetal position and whimper.

I had no patience with anyone who put down other kids because of their race, religion, or sexuality. But that's just one kind of open-mindedness. There's another kind, too, the kind that's willing to see people for who they really are and admit when you were wrong about them.

A strike within the realm of the professional never justifies retribution in the realm of the personal

Everyone had heard what happened and they were all so pleased, so very pleased. Which seems a little odd, but in Cainsville "a little odd" was the norm.