Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Since when have you ever failed at something once and given up? It's an excuse, Eve- a simple excuse for avoiding the very complex problem that's you and me, and everything we did and didn't do once upon a time. You aren't ready yet. I know that. And I'll wait until you are

I don't know whether it's a personality clash or simply a product of the times, where women have so little power that they wield it against one another with unnecessary vigor.

I wanted to try rescuing her anyway, but she said no." "Too bad dogs can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog.

Rafe took his time, still checking out the room. He gestured at a pile of textbooks on the floor. "What's he use those for? Weight lifting?" "If you showed up in class more often, you wouldn't be asking that. Daniel's not a dumb jock." "No kidding." He leaned over to read the titles. "Pre-law? Please tell me those belong to his older brothers.

I ran my tongue along the top of his underwear, letting it slide underneath. Then i shifted my body forward, lips moving back up his chest, until i was straddling him again.

How did Rafe make it back so fast? Same way we did. He stole a ride. A motorcycle. In his case, though, he skipped all the steps between. No tortuous trek through the woods--he'd landed relatively close to a town. No attempts to get help, because Rafe wasn't like us.

Too bad dogs can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog." "That's not what I meant. Hayley could tell you it was a trap. He can't." "Kenjii's a she," I said. "Whatever.

I collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. Daniel plunked down beside me, then twisted to stretch out, legs going over mine. "Oh my God," I said, shoving his feet off my lap. "Do you know how bad those smell?" He tried to stick them in my face. I grabbed him around the ankles and tickled the bottom of his feet. He let out a shriek. "Well, you're still ticklish," I said. "And you still giggle like a girl.

I saw that dark patch on her haunch and I knew when she was human, there'd be a birthmark in the same place. I knew what it meant for her. And I knew what it meant for me. Yee naaldlooshii. Skin-walker.

I'm going higher first," I said, "to look around for Annie." "Good idea." I called down to Daniel to say what we were doing. Rafe was already two branches above me. I scrambled up after him. The faster I went, the faster he did, and I thought it was just coincidence until he grinned down at me.

If she was still wearing the muzzle and rope, then they--" "--wanted it to look like she really escaped," Sam said. "There's blood on the rope," I said. "That means she pulled free from whoever had her." "Or they're very detail-oriented.

Wake him up!" Hayley shouted. "Someone wake him up!" Daniel and I shook the pilot. The helicopter dropped a couple of feet and we stumbled. Corey ran over. "Help me get him out!" he shouted to Daniel as he grabbed the front of the pilot's jacket. "I can fly it." "Based on what?" Sam appeared at his side. "Video games?" Corey scowled. "You got a better idea?

Our immaturity is scaring her off," I said. "Sorry, Sam. Come back and we'll act our age." "No, I'm just grabbing some food. You two carry on. You've earned a maturity time-out." I let go of Daniel's feet and he pulled them off my lap. "We're home," I said. "Well, not our home but…" I leaned back into the cushions and let out a happy sigh. "Close enough for now.

I was the authority on me.

He was one of those guys who can talk to anyone--and talk his way out of trouble, which in Corey's case is a necessary survival skill.

I backed off Nicole fast. They hit her with a needle, but she wouldn't stop trying to get me and they had to haul her out. You b*tch! she shrieked back at me. You think what I did to Serena was bad? Just wait until I get ahold of you. They dragged her away, still spewing threats.

I didn't even notice I'd caught up until I was right beside him and he was leaning around the tree, smiling at me. "Gotcha," I said. "Uh, no. I stopped." He waved overhead and I realized we were as high as we could safely go. "Damn," I said.

Annie used to have a motorcycle, he said, and she'd taught him to ride it. He also knew how to hot-wire one. I wasn't asking how. Like I said, his life experience wasn't ours.

Rick, what--?" She laughed, then I saw Dad's grin as he slid into the driver's seat. "Payback for this morning," he said. "You embarrass me; I embarrass you." "Oh, that's mature," I said. "Keeps me young.

Okay, so you were going to tell me tonight. Well, it's tonight. Go on." He squirmed and I knew the timing didn't matter--he'd expected this to play out differently, probably on a cliff top after a climb, sitting together, his arm around me, as he casually said, "Hey, you know how those mountain lions have been hanging around you a lot lately? Well, there's a reason…" "Skin-walkers," I prompted. "Right." Silence.

I didn't know what my tormenters wanted from me, but apparently "screaming like a girl" wasn't it, because they ramped it up to a form of torture seen only in sci-fi movies.

You put your toes here, right? And you grab those things that stick out?" The others laughed and yelled, "Quit while you're ahead!" Daniel relaxed and rolled his eyes at me. I rolled mine back, but not for the same reason. When we were finally in position, the others pulling away, I whispered, "Poseur." Rafe glanced over, brows arching. "Keep calling me that and I might get insulted.

As I turned around, I felt another brushing sensation, this one not nearly as intense but even odder. My tail. It was off to the side and I couldn't really get a good look at it. So how could I move--? My tail swung. Okay, that was easy. I took a closer look. It was thick and over half the length of my body. When I thought of moving it, it moved. Very convenient.

Is that an apology?" "It's a Gabriel-apology. Which means that I'm acknowledging having done something that upset you and regretting that outcome, while not completely agreeing that I did something wrong or that I won't do it again.