Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Do you know what that word meant? The one she called me?" She shook her head. "No idea. I don't even know if it's Navajo. She may have lived with them, but she's white. The language is nearly impossible for an outsider to learn." "Calling me a witch, too." I shook my head. "At least give me a chance to earn it first.

Moria would set them straight - at the point of her dagger if needed. Ashyn did not care. She had escaped on her own, and everyone who mattered knew that, and that was what would be important in her life - that those she loved truly valued the role she played. And she would continue playing it, working with them, whatever they needed of her. She was a hero ... to those who mattered.

So Maya will grow up to be an amazing healer who can change into a killer cat. Daniel and Sam will roam the country hunting criminals and demons. Hayley and Nicole will divide their time between recording platinum albums and winning gold medals in swimming. And me? I'll be the cute, funny guy sitting at the bar, hoping for a good brawl to break out." "In other words, exactly where you were already headed," Hayley said. We all laughed at that, even Corey.

It's official," Sam said as we walked out. "We're screwed. The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now.

We'll talk on the way," he said. "We really need to get going, and if Corey's getting a headache--" "It's not bad," Corey interjected. "I'll be--" "You won't be fine. We need to look after that first.

Because sometimes fighting wasn't the strong choice or the smart choice. It was just the stubborn, proud choice.

I seemed to be establishing a pattern here. Muster my strength and charge forward. Collapse in a puddle of grief and guilt. Charge forward. Collapse again. I said as much to Daniel and the others chimed in, making mock bets on who would spend the most time in therapy after this, and whether we could get group discounts.

A progress memo had said things like "Working on getting the Enwrights flown up. Their unique skills could be helpful in this search" and "A scent tracker would be a huge benefit. Would love to hire a ww on contract but company policy forbids. Meeting with Josef Nast today to discuss." Call me crazy, but I was going to bet the Enwrights' unique skills weren't an astounding ability to read wilderness signs.

It's official," Sam said as we walked out. "We're screwed. The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying. Didn't you see that movie?" "All of them, actually.

Still, hard work never killed anyone, right? By midday, I decide that whoever coined that phrase never toiled as a nineteenth-century housemaid.

Got your text," he said when I climbed out. "How much did it hurt?" "Not at all," I said. "Apparently, I can't get a tattoo because I'm a witch." "I could have told them--" He stopped. "Oh, you said witch. " "Ha-ha.

The memo said they were leaving cleanup on Project Genesis to the St. Clouds, and they'd get involved later if it looked 'profitable.'" "Cleanup?" Daniel swore. "Not liking the sound of that." "Apparently the St. Clouds 'lost control' of some 'assets' and were searching for them." "In other words, the subjects took off.

The only other thing I got from the memo was the name of the guy in charge of the Edison Group. Dr. Davidoff." "Davidoff…?" He swore again. Dr. Davidoff was the guy the St. Clouds sent for our annual checkup. "He's dead," I said. "Like a bunch of other members of this Edison Group. Killed in an 'incident' last spring." "So I guess we know why he skipped the summer teleconference.

The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying.

If a drink will fix this--" I began. "No." "You're refusing a drink?" Sam said. "From what I hear, that's a first." He flipped her off.

What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Liar. Is it Rafe?" When I hesitated, his hands clenched, jaw clenching with them. "That son of a bitch," he muttered. "This is the part where you get to say 'I told you so.

My heart seized, and I stared as if he were holding out a vial of poison.

Do you like Vampires? I don't know I've never met one.

We'll come back for you," Daniel said. "After you have backup, please. No offense, but you guys aren't up to fighting these people.

I do like you, Maya. You get that, right?" "Why?" His frown deepened. "Why what?" "Why do you like me?" He laughed. "Do you want a list? Smart, pretty, funny--" "That's not what I--" I shook my head. "Never mind.

They aren't following us," Corey said. " Why aren't they following us?" "They know it won't be hard to find four kids tearing through the woods," Rafe said. "Daniel's right. We need to split up. Better than that, we need a target. One person to make more noise than all the others put together. That'd be me." A wry smile my way. "I'm good at causing trouble.

We'd been walking for about thirty minutes when Daniel asked me to do another treetop check. I'd been avoiding it--really couldn't afford to stumble into another pit of grief and regret right now

She stalked off ahead. Daniel shrugged at me, then went back to collect Corey and Hayley. I caught up to Sam. "Don't," she said. "Just don't, okay?" "I was only going to say that we need to head that way." I pointed. "Right." A soft, choked laugh. "Kind of ruins the dramatic effect if I'm storming off in the wrong direction, doesn't it?

What about my clothes?" Corey said. "Those are hand-me-downs Travis wouldn't want, all things considered," I said. "Your mom just took things that were important to you. Things to remember you by." "But it's only been three days," Corey said. "Mom isn't like that. Hell, she spent four months talking about buying a new sofa and another two shopping for it before deciding to stick with the one we had.