Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

His eyes met mine, and I looked into them and I felt... I don't know what I felt. A strange nameless something I couldn't even identify as a good something or a bad something, could only feel in my gut, jumping and twitching, until I turned away and looked out over the forest

Don't be stupid. I have a gun." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the .45. "Which will knock you on your ass if you try firing with a bad leg. Sit down before you fall.

Mom says crap like that comes from people who've accomplished so little in life that they feel the need to lift themselves above someone, anyone. So they pick skin color or religion or sexual orientation and say, Well, I might not be much, but at least I'm not a... I'd look at those guys, and see the truth of her words.

See? It's a menace. We may have escaped a thunder hawk, but ultimately, we will perish . . . killed by my hair.

Was it okay? he asked. I smiled. Better than okay. So I won my pass to date two? You did. Good His face lowered toward mine and I knew what was coming. I knew it. But when his lips touched mine, I still jumped. S-sorry, I—I Skittish as a cat, he murmured.

Your one and possibly only chance to get the answer to every question in the universe, and you'll ask, 'Why are bats furry?

Could Ashyn do the same in the same situation? Likely not. Heroes made the bold moves. Heroes risked their lives. Others kept the troops at ease, tended the wounded, fed the hungry, and soldiered on, and the world could not survive without them any more than it could without heroes.

Jeremy shifted to the left, blocking my view of Clay, as if we were Siamese fighting fish that wouldn't attack if we couldn't see each other.

Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me.

Her niece had the parenting skills of a … Rose didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Any creature in nature so incapable of caring for its young would have died out centuries ago.

The interior looked like I expected. Two rooms--a main one and a tiny bedroom. Dusty stuffed fish and moth-eaten elk heads on bare walls. A wood plank floor that seemed as if it hadn't been swept in years. Cobwebs decorating the ceiling. Furniture that would have been rejected by Goodwill. Mouse droppings everywhere. A few dark furry bat forms hung from the upper eaves. In the city, the place would have been condemned as a public health hazard. Here, it was just a typical hunting shack.

The school is on the edge of town. Hell, most of the town is on the edge of town--you can't walk far in any direction without ending up in the forest.

Shadowy mystery stalkers? Hidden escape hatches? Creepy subterranean tunnels? My mother tried to get me to take social work for my master's. I told her it was boring. I was so wrong.

His red-haired companion wore a similar outfit but without the tattoo and piercings, lacking the courage—or the idiocy—to turn a fashion statement into permanent disfigurement. They

wasting what little breath he did have laughing at himself. Because sometimes, that's all you could do. You make a fucking stupid mistake, and you could only call yourself an idiot and then snap back before you screwed up again.

switchblade, he snapped it open, then waited

You have no idea, do you?" "No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek.

too fanciful. Which is silly really. The point of fantasies is to dream big, imagine things beyond our reality. Yet I'd always edited my dreams into the realm of possibility. Reach high Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but not too high. Keep yourself safe from the inevitable disappointment of wanting too much. That was the message my parents imparted to their younger daughter.

I loved Ricky. Still did. Always would. Yet as with James, there would always be that sense that we didn't quite fit, that something was missing, that I could be happier…

Mommy forgot to warn the new babysitter about the basement.

I don't suppose you remember where you left your clothing, Daniel murmured to me. Chloe gave a soft laugh. That's always the problem, isn't it? Okay then. You two go find that. We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form. A wry smile. Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk. The wolf growled, but she only laughed and gave him a pat, then tugged him away as we went to retrieve my clothing.

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

As a vampire, you must accept that every person you ever know will die, and you are the only constant in your life, the only person you can—and should—rely on.

by morning everyone in Cainsville would know he'd stayed over, and that was just awkward.