Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

It might not be fatal," I said. "Depends on how long it takes you to find your cell phone." I emptied the rifle's magazine. Then I laid down the gun. "I'd suggest you tell the police it was a hunting accident. Otherwise I'll have to tell them the truth." I helped Sam to the truck. As she got in, she winced, then glowered at the man lying on the ground. "If I could kick him without falling on my ass, I would," she said.

In other words, don't rely on special powers." "Same way I'm not going to let you run in front of a moving van even if I have healing abilities.

See if you can find a license or registration in the glove box. The cops are going to get an anonymous tip about this guy." Sam grinned as I started the truck. "You can be seriously awesome sometimes, Maya." She paused. "And I mean that in a totally non-girl-crush kind of way." "You don't have to clarify that." "Yeah, usually I do.

the same people who'd ask an abused woman why she doesn't leave the city where her ex lives, leave the firm where he works, leave her friends and her family and her job and let him have the satisfaction of driving her out.

You sure about the twin thing?" Corey said when Rafe had finished. "Yes, I don't have a long-lost twin brother." "I do," I said. "Or so I've heard." Rafe grinned at me. "Yes, but I'm not him." "Which is good." "Very good.

Mr. Tillson?" I said, shaking him harder. Daniel undid his belt. Sam did, too, getting up and walking forward, hunched, as she stepped over Rafe. "Okay, that's enough!" the pilot barked. "In your seats, belts on. Everyone!" "Or what?" Sam said. "You'll pull over and make us walk the rest of the way?

No one on their deathbed ever wished they spent more time in the office.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.

How about outside?" Rafe whispered. He caught my look and said, "Just on the porch or something." "I think that's where Daniel and Nicole went. I have an idea." I led him upstairs. As I pushed open the door to Daniel's bedroom, I said, "It's a way station not a destination." Rafe chuckled. "Damn.

Rafe told everyone he was from Texas. That was bull. I'd dated a summer guy from Texas, and Rafe's drawl was all wrong. His last name suggested he was Latino, and he kind of looked it, but his high cheekbones and amber eyes said Native to me. He was a little taller than Daniel, lean, with black hair that hung just past the collar of his leather jacket. Worn blue jeans and low motorcycle boots completed the image: American Teen Rebel.

We tramped over, and as we stepped from the thick trees, we all stopped and stared. Then Corey raced forward, arms raised. "It's a road. Oh my God. A road!" He dropped to his knees by the roadside. "Oww." Daniel helped him back to his feet. "The knee is good," I said. "But the knee is not completely healed. Be careful." "It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered.

But I didn't put it back on after the Porters. It isn't a crisis of faith. I'm not sure I ever had faith, not the way Mom does. Mine is more like Dad's - I believe there is a God, and I believe in honoring Him, but I'm not sure how much of a role He plays in our lives, and I don't blame Him for that, because it's up to us, isn't it? It's up to us to say we'll be a good person because that's what we believe is right, not because it'll earn us a better place in the next life.

I screwed up," I said. "I'm sorry." "You got the truck," Corey said. "Seems like it worked to me." "Yes, please make her stop," Sam called from the truck. "She's been apologizing since we got away and it's really getting on my nerves.

Considering we'd had the same guys in our class since kindergarten, Rafe's novelty factor alone would have had the girls tripping over themselves. He was the hottest ticket in town. And he knew it.

Seems that control-over-animals thing doesn't work so well with the animals we really need control over." "No kidding, huh?" I said.

Maya can help," Nicole said when the pilot tried sending me back to my seat. "She knows first aid. She runs a hospital." "For animals ," Hayley said. Corey told her to shut up, but she had a point. My dad was the local park ranger, and I had a rehabilitation shed for nursing injured animals back to health. I did know first aid, though, and the basics of dealing with a heart attack victim. Step one: call a doctor. Kind of tough, under the circumstances.

Stopping to whine is only going to get us nabbed by the cops when that bastard calls 911." "I wasn't whining," I said. "Close enough.

When I bumped into him, I said a polite, "Hey," and tried to get past. "Hey, yourself." He grinned and, in spite of myself, I felt a little flip in my stomach. Rafe wasn't gorgeous, but he had a sexy, crooked smile and eyes that looked at a girl like she was the first one he'd ever seen. When he stood close, I swore I could feel heat radiating off him. And Rafe always stood close.

Military?" She followed my gaze to the guards. "Using supernatural beings to build the perfect weapon? Intriguing idea." "Not really," I said. "They did it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A sub-par season. I slept through half the episodes.

Barnes in there?" he asked, meaning the principal. I shook my head. "Haven't seen him. Ms. Morales was around, though." "Yeah, I talked to her. She says I need to talk to Barnes. Late once too often this week." That grin sparked again, like being late for school earned him a place in the bad boy hall of fame.

The muse is a fickle bitch. Woke me at five. You're

It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered. "So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?" "That'd be nice." "Yeah, until you raced out, screaming for help, and got mowed down by a logging truck." He walked into the middle and turned, waving his arms. "It's a road!" I patted his back. "It's a lovely road.

Women expect this. It doesn't mean we tolerate it, but it is a fact of our lives.

She picked up a stick and began idling poking around a patch of bare earth. Then she wrote "Don't be stupid." She erased it, doodled a bit, then wrote, "I'm fine." I hesitated, but she was right. It was a trap and my chances of foiling it were slim to none. If I got caught, could I trust Daniel not to come after me? No. Could I trust Corey and Sam to make it to safety alone? No.