Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

I like castles almost as much as I like museums. Centuries of bloodshed and betrayal and heartache, all under one roof. You just don't get history like that back home

Carry on, Jeeves." "Jeeves is a valet, not a chauffeur." "We can't afford both, so you're stuck with double duty.

Thank God for your amazing powers of persuasion." "Yeah, if only they worked when he was really pissed. And really pissed off." "Still, you need to teach me how to do that sometime, so I can use it on my dad, get whatever I want." "Like you don't already." "Maybe. But I'm always looking for ways to fine-tune the process." He shook his head and waved me to the truck.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient.

Not the surprise party thing again." "Better work on your surprised face." I opened the door. "No final words of warning?" "I trust you." I sighed. "That'll be my epitaph someday. So trustworthy. So honest. So boring.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient. But I will wait." "For forty-eight hours. And if there's no make-out session by then, time's up." "No. I said I won't try for forty-eight hours. What happens after that is up to you.

If Clay snarled and raged, he was a proper werewolf. If I did, I was a hysterical woman.

So I spilled my guts already. Your turn. If you won't tell me what happened just now, at least tell me what happened at the tattoo place." I did. I was tempted to joke that his dad was right--apparently I was evil--but he wouldn't appreciate that.

Where did women get the idea that there's something wrong with them if they don't fight when a man hits them? If they're paralyzed with shock and disbelief? If they take time to react? Or if they decide not to react—that it's best to just wait it out?

It's every judge and defense attorney and jury member who wonders why she didn't fight. Unless she kills him. Then they wonder why she fought so hard.

The teenage girl goes to the fortune-teller, whose gypsy grandmother says she's cursed." "Maybe that was it. Like one of those reality TV shows. You got pranked." "In Nanaimo? Must be a low-budget Canadian production." "Is there any other kind?

Yes, I know you consider it a waste of time under the circumstances, but we have time to waste.

Look, Corey, I know you don't like me. Daniel doesn't either, but he's being nice about it for Maya's sake." "I'm not--" Daniel protested. "It's okay. I didn't go out of my way to make friends in Salmon Creek. I know that. I acted like an ass, and as Maya may have told you, I had a reason, one that probably still makes me an ass.

I searched the darkness. "I'm over here." I spun to see Rafe on the edge of the clearing. He stepped back, hands raised. "That was a warning, so I wouldn't spook you." A wry smile. "Not much chance of that, I suppose, finding me outside your house at two in the morning.

Her sister lifted her hands. 'No, I shouldn't. It's a private message for you.' B'it's for both of us,' she said, and pressed it into Moria's hand.

When I could finally speak, I twisted to face Daniel and said, "It's my fault Rafe's dead." "No, it isn't," he said fiercely. "I'm the one who knocked out the pilot.

One drawback to living in a medical research town is that they're paranoid about health, both physical and mental. The adults get off easy. Not the kids. Sneeze twice in a row and the teacher calls the school nurse. Drop out of a sport or let your grades fall and you're whisked off to Dr. Fodor's couch. They especially monitor the teens, as if hormonal surges could make us spontaneously combust at any moment.

The truth is, if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn't be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.

Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said. "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness." One of the cows mooed appreciatively.

But what had really happened tonight? With the cougar, it was obviously adrenaline with a chaser of shock, and maybe a little post-traumatic stress thrown in for good measure.

I'll carry him. We can't leave drag marks or anything, and we'll need to bury him right away, so no dogs find him. Bury who? said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Chloe? Derek said again. It's L-Liam. His ghost. Liam stopped. Ghost? He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.

You could have stayed with my mom today," I said as Daniel navigated the potholes and ruts. "You've got to be hurting." "Nope. Don't feel a thing." "Tough guy," I said. "No, well-medicated guy.

I'm not stupid--" "God forbid," he muttered. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just agreeing. You're not stupid.