Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Was he worried his aunt might warn me against him? Or was he merely pretending he didn't want me to visit her, because I'd already shown signs that I was a contrary b****?

Patrick turned to Gabriel. "This is your revenge, isn't it?

Sorry," I said, hurrying over to him. "Are you--?" As I bent, he tried to snag my leg and yank me down, but I danced back out of reach. "Did you really think I'd fall for that?" I said. "Hoping.

I'm warning you," he said. "You don't want to run." "Why not?" "Because I'm faster than you." "Think so?" "Know so, and when I catch you--" I took off. I ran across the open field atop the cliff, and quickly realized that was a mistake. He might not be faster than me, but he was fast enough that I could hear him right on my heels.

But that's what dreams are for—to weave reality and fantasy and memory and stitch together something you can't hope for in waking life. To fulfill that little part of you that wants something so bad.

I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping. "I have got to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.

This is the dilemma, the contradiction we cannot resolve. We do not want to be them. Yet we are fascinated by them, because every detail tugs at a buried memory.

So in sedating him, they were getting rid of our chaperone," I said. "They wanted one of us." I thought of the list Daniel had found, with the word skinwalker on it, and I thought of the man in the woods, who'd called me by name. So I seemed to be the one they wanted. But when I glanced up, Sam looked like a cartoon character with a "Who me?" bubble over her head.

We'd reached the bottom of the mountain when Kenjii stopped. Her ears swiveled forward and she glanced up into the trees. "Cat," I said to the others. Corey looked at Kenjii, who was silently scanning the treetops. "Yeah, you can tell by the way she's going crazy, barking and racing around to drive off the despicable feline. Your dog is weird, Maya.

His hands brushed my waist. "I'd kiss you good-bye, but considering your parents and Daniel are watching…" "Tomorrow." A crooked smile. Then he took off, walking at first, breaking into a jog when he thought no one could see him. "Supportive guy," Daniel said, walking up behind me.

When we broke for lunch, I caught up with Daniel outside the classroom. Corey and Brendan took off, saying they'd meet up with us at our table. "What's wrong?" Daniel said. "Noth--" "If those guys can tell something's wrong, then it is, Maya.

Whether he killed her or scavenged her remains, he's a man-eater now, so he can't stay. I just don't want to jump to the conclusion he's the killer and overlook the possibility she was--" Daniel's arm nudged mine. A subtle gesture that could be accidental, but when you've been friends this long, you know when you're being told to shut up.

Uh, Maya?" Corey called. "You said she was dangerous, so can we leave the kitty alone now?" "Something's really bothering her." Daniel walked over. "Is she hurt?" "I don't think so. Just…upset. Anxious." "Um, yeah," Corey said. "Because there are a bunch of teenagers and a very big dog blocking her way down.

I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I want to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended.

Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended." "You could prove me wrong." I stuffed my bag in, took out my binder, then gestured at the cigarette in his hand. "Smoke that." "In here? I think that's against the rules." "Which shouldn't bother you at all, if you're the rebel you pretend to be.

I woke up in a weird mood. A good mood, which was the weird part, all things considered.

Mom had gone into the studio, leaving Dad on "watch our child for signs of an imminent breakdown" duty, sitting at the table, sipping his coffee.

So, what are you doing after school?" he asked. "You don't give up, do you?" "Nope, so you might as well surrender now.

So, what are you doing after school?" he asked. "You don't give up, do you?" "Nope, so you might as well surrender now." "And that's exactly what will make you back off, isn't it?" He arched his brows, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. "You like the chase," I said. "But once you get a girl, you back off before you can collect the prize. Kind of missing the point, I think.

We don't have time to argue," Daniel said. "I'll be fine--" "But we won't," Sam said. "We need you to get us out of here. It has to be someone else." "And you're volunteering, right?" Corey said. Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Thought so." Corey turned to us. "I'll go. Play the hero for a change." A forced smile. "I hear chicks really go for that kind of thing.

You like the chase," I said. "But once you get a girl, you back off before you can collect the prize. Kind of missing the point, I think." "Huh. You're right. Tell you what, go out with me and you can show me how it's done." I'd walked right into that.

I started forward, but Daniel caught my arm and wordlessly pointed. I followed his finger to see the elongated shadow of an ATV that was parked on the other side of the cabin. I swore. "Ditto," he whispered.

It was far from an ideal hiding spot. The crawl space wasn't even three feet deep. Dirt floor. I didn't want to think about what else was alive--or dead--down here.

They're squatting in the cabin," I said. "Using it as a base of operations. We should still get in there if we can. Not just to search for phones or radios, but to get food. Without it, we won't be in any shape to run or fight back if we're caught." Daniel looked at me. "Yes, I know, it's a ballsy move," I said. He smiled. "All right. Let's check it out.