Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

I'm surprised he doesn't send Christmas cards," Antonio said. "I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed vellum cards, the best he can steal. Little notes in perfect penmanship, 'Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced up Ethan Ritter in Miami and scattered his remains in the Atlantic. Best wishes for the New Year. Karl.

Moria would storm out against their wishes. Yet Ashyn was coming to accept that she could not be her sister, and it was not a failure of nerve. It was a difference of inner composition. They might look identical without; they were not identical within.

People today work as hard, if not harder, than they did thirty years ago. The only difference is the quality of the work they perform. They no longer accomplish anything of value. They only service the machines.

My fourteen-year-old sister Lara is a brat. Unfortunately, no one sees it but me. To everyone else, she's adorable. She's tiny and blonde and sweet and as helpless as a kitten. Chloe reminded me of Lara, at first. The difference, as I discovered, is that Chloe really is as sweet as she seems and she isn't as helpless as she looks.

So what are the other routes? His lips curved. Did I say there were any? You implied it. Perhaps. And the next time you wish to leave, you have only to tell me, and I will show you ... and go with you. I'm quite safe in the city. But is the city safe when you are in it? That's the question.

Angst. Fear. Stark, gut-twisting terror. It didn't make for an easy sleep.

Everyone needs things that serve no greater purpose than to make them happy.

And, while I might be enjoying this--" He lifted his hand, which was still clasping mine. "I know it's as temporary as a love spell. Give it a few hours and she'll hate me again." "Hate's a strong word," I said. "Strong emotion is better than indifference.

I must have been sound asleep if I missed all that shouting, SImon said. What shouting? Derek said. You mean that Chloe just told you that she followed a ghost onto a roof, and you didn't blast her all the way to Canada?

Only humans kill for sport.

If I'd known how many brownie points this daddy stuff could win me, I'd have talked you into kids years ago. Would have saved me a lot of trouble." "It would have." "Problem is, they're going to grow up." He paused. "We may need to have more." "We may.

There'd been months when hunger seemed to be the driving force in his life.

The bracelet—an heirloom, I presume." "So you didn't mistake it for a 'cheap bauble' after all. And you still didn't try to nick it. I'm shocked." He glowered as he got to his feet. "What?" I said. "I've offended you? I should be ashamed of myself. Those pieces in your pocket just fell in there, didn't they? Damn museum displays. Stuff just drops off them—

Mmm, not sure I'd call Paige. Remember what you tried to do when you were possessed?" "That was not me. And don't remind me. I'm still creeped out.

Other parents warn their kids not to talk to strangers. I had to warn mine not to eat them.

He'd want privacy for his Change and that wasn't vanity. I'm curious about many things, but witnessing the human-to-wolf transformation isn't one of them. I'm going to try picking up visions, I said. So try to keep the screams of agony to a minimum, okay? A muttered epithet. I grinned and walked to the sofa.

I suppose infatuation is infatuation at any age, and maybe even worse when you're old enough to recognize the symptoms, be mortified by your reaction, and still not be able to do anything about it.

Too bad Guy interrupted, I said as we snuck around the rear of the building. Otherwise, I could have just walked you down here before you changed back. His look said he wasn't dignifying that with a retort. I always wanted a dog, I said, nearly running to keep up with his long strides. My brothers were both allergic. Have I told you that? Once or twice. Maybe, someday, you could humor me and— Don't finish that sentence.

One life per year. It seemed so moderate a price... until you looked back and realized you could fill a movie theater with your victims.

You don't pursue happiness. You pursue everything you need to have a fulfilled life, and then, if you achieve it, you'll be happy some of the time. The rest of the time, you'll be content. One can't sustain happiness forever.

He smiled. A real smile that lit up his whole face.

I think you intentionally overreacted. Like killing a fly with a baseball bat, just to make sure it never bothers you again.

Yes. Your plan is sound. I will go first." Moria stood at his back, dagger raised. Gavril pushed the door. It did not budge. He eyed it and seemed ready to bash his shoulder into it when she whispered, "You cannot fight with a dislocated sword arm, Kitsune. Kick it." He hesitated. "If you fall on your arse, I'll not laugh." She paused. "Or not loudly.

Jonathan is an old friend from Unstable. Connolly frowns. Does he have a magical power? He doesn't need one. I take out my phone. He's a librarian.