Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Don't dwell on what isn't here. Dwell on what is. A perfumed breeze, hot tea, rich biscuits, a warm blanket, a purring kitten. And me. That last is the hardest. Focus on being in the moment with myself, comfortable in my own company.

I put my arms around his neck and hugged him, face buried in his neck, and he hugged me back, making no move to kiss me again, just holding me. Then he put his lips against my ear and whispered, "I'll find a way to get back to you, Maya. I promise.

Enigma! I call, adding a Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! because obviously it's the universal language for feline summoning. And maybe it is -- no sooner do I croon that magic phrase than I hear an answering meow.

One minute we were sitting up, making out. The next we were lying on the roof, and I was on top of him, and I didn't know how I got there. I was kissing him and then, all of a sudden, I wasn't. He was holding my face in his hands, poised above his, as he panted softly, his pupils so huge I could drown in them. "Hate to ask," he said, struggling for breath. "How much did you drink?

I make the choice because it is one I can live with.

Where are your pills?" Daniel said. "Bathroom." "We'll find them," I said, and started to go. Corey grabbed my sleeve. "Stay." "Good idea," Sam said. "My bedside manner sucks. I'll help Daniel.

Rafe woke me in the morning. "Sorry," he whispered. "But I can hear Kenjii moving around, and if Daniel comes in and finds you here, it won't matter that we're both fully dressed. I'll get my ass kicked." I shook my head. "He wouldn't. What I do with you is my business." "Mmm, still pretty sure there'd be ass-kicking if he found you in my bed.

Go on, then," Daniel said. "But don't expect me to come to your rescue if you do something stupid again." Rafe stopped, crouching. "Stupid? What the hell did I--?" "Standing up to a bear? Yeah, kinda stupid.

I think we should try to find Rafe." I turned to her. "I know you liked him. Everyone's focusing on me, but you lost him, too." "No, I didn't. He was yours.

And this clothing is getting burned," I said as I raked a comb through my tangled hair. "There's a fireplace downstairs," Corey said. "I'll take it for you right now." I gave him a look. "Once I have something to wear.

Maya's point is that Hayley, Nicole, and Serena shared common characteristics, which probably means they're the same type, and it has something to do with singing and swimming." "And being pretty," Hayley said. "That's not a superpower," Sam muttered.

Sure, you don't know me that well, but you said it yourself--I get a girl and I back off before I can collect the payoff. I don't need to dose girls." He stopped, "That sounded unbelievably arrogant, didn't it?" "Kinda.

You're new in town. You're trying to fit in, make an impression. You've heard I don't go with local guys. You've probably heard I don't make out with near strangers at parties. Maybe that's the impression you wanted to make. The cool stud who can get any girl." "Sure, if I want Daniel making an impression of my head in the nearest wall.

Rafe started to rise again. Daniel caught his arm. "They're not from the fire department," he whispered. "Right. In a fire truck, wearing fire--" "And carrying automatic rifles? Maybe that's standard gear for rescue workers in the States, but no one carries those here. Not even the cops.

What about me?" Corey said. "What's my superpower?" Silence fell. "Oh, come on. I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence.

Our pictures might not be recognizable, but come on. Why would we lie about it?" "Same reason my own kids lie," the server said. "To get attention." "Seriously?" Sam said. "We're going to hatch this elaborate scheme, and launch it in your crappy little--?" I stepped on Sam's foot.

Hey, I skinned my palm, Tori said. Ground it up pretty bad. You need to check Chloe's stitches, too, Derek said. She got cut with glass a few days ago. They fixed her up, but it should be looked at. Tori waved her injured palm. Anyone? Anyone? She rolled her eyes. Guess not. It looks sore, I said. We should get some iodine on it. She gave me a wan smile. I can always count on you, can't I? Guess I know who sent the cavalry back t rescue me.

What about me?" Corey said. "What's my superpower?" Silence fell. "Oh, come on. I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm…a clown?

So how'd you get Dad to agree? Did you play the cultural card?" "Of course not. That would be wrong." I grinned. "You did, didn't you?

I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm…a clown?" "At least you're a cute clown," Hayley said. "Not a scary one.

But if I tell Daniel…" "He'll worry it's a neurological problem." "Neuro…? Right. Brain. You could just say brain, you know." "Neurological covers more than just the brain. It--" He held up his hand. "If there's one bonus to this disaster, it's not having to go to school for a while. Don't spoil that for me. Please.

He waltzed into Salmon Creek and stole Maya." " Stole ?" I said. "It's not your fault. You two are both skin-walkers. It's animal magnetism. You can't help yourself." She glared at Corey, who was cracking up behind Rafe. "Stop that. You know it's true.

I don't know what your problem is, Sam, but you've now insulted everyone here except Corey." "Oh, she already zinged me," Corey said. "I started rubbing my temples and she suggested I don't really get headaches. It just hurts me to think.

After that, my life paused. Or, more accurately, I paused. I stood at the tracks, watching the train whip past. At first, I didn't care. When I finally did, I couldn't figure out what to do about it. My dreams and my future and part of my soul died with Michael, but now, deep inside, a voice has begun to scream that I'm letting the best years of my life slip past.