Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Something happened in the shed," I blurted it without thinking. "What?" I laughed uneasily. "That didn't sound good, did it? Cue the ominous music." I shook my head. "Never mind. It was silly.

I could really use that dinner." He plucked the front of his sweat-soaked shirt. "I should have a shower and change. Guess I wasn't thinking this through too well." He glanced toward the house, and I knew he wasn't eager to go in. For the same reason he'd been out here boxing. "You'll dry," I said. "And if the smell doesn't fade, I'll just sit at another table. Now come on before I starve.

I led Daniel to the master bedroom and closed the door behind us. "What's up?" I whispered. "Hmm?" "You've barely said a word since Rafe showed up. You don't trust him." "What? No. Of course I trust him. The guy fell out of a helicopter so we wouldn't.

Maya and I are going out for dinner." His dad blinked at me, like he hadn't seen me there. Then he scowled. No awkward joking for me these days.

I'm sorry about Nicole," he said finally. That startled me so much I pushed up onto my elbows. "Were you drifting off?" "No. Just-- You mean about leaving her behind? Don't be sorry." Really, don't be sorry. "You were right," I continued. "I was acting on emotion; you were using your head. I'm sure she's on the mainland by now. A long way from here." At least, I hope she is.

You've barely said a word since Rafe showed up. You don't trust him." "What? No. Of course I trust him. The guy fell out of a helicopter so we wouldn't." "But something's bugging you. Is it his story?" "No. It's a miracle he survived, but like you said, he's part cat. They always land on their feet.

I bet if we bolted, we could lose them in ten seconds." "Don't tempt me," I muttered. He grinned and put out his hand to help me over a muddy patch. I crossed, then called back a warning to the others. Daniel seconded the warning and pointed out the mud. Hayley still slid and fell.

Forget it. I shouldn't have--" I caught his hand. "Don't. You want to talk about this, right?" He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. "I'm not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.

I was in the Tillsons' bathroom, still dressed, starting the shower, when I heard a faint click, and I wheeled to see Rafe coming in, holding a card he'd used to pop the lock. His free hand covered his eyes. "Excuse--" I began. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were in here," he said, his hand still over his eyes as he frantically motioned, apparently trying to stop me from stating the obvious--that he'd broken in and knew full well I was here.

the more tightly we are bound to one another, the more fearful he becomes, that fear manifesting in an anger and a jealousy that has begun to frighten me.

I'm fine," he said. "Just a little woozy. Must not have gone in deep enough." I scanned the ridge, and I caught a flicker of light reflecting off metal. "Sharpshooter," I whispered. "But you can't do that with tranq darts." "These people can resurrect extinct supernatural races, Maya," Daniel whispered. "I think their technology goes a little beyond the norm.

Guilt comes back to haunt us in the weirdest ways.

He swallowed. Rubbed his neck again. Looked around. Then he motioned at the rock. "Can we lie down again? I think I'll do this better…" "If you're talking to the sky?" A half laugh, half snort. "Yeah. Lame, I know.

it did afford him the opportunity to pursue the science of death, and I daresay he enjoys that far more than he would a standard surgical practice. His interest has always been in the science." "A researcher rather than a practitioner.

The town council met at the school. That meant we knew exactly how to sneak in.

So you rescued us on your own?" Corey said. "Yes," I said. "You were saved by a girl. Horrible, isn't it?" He slid out and looked down at my bare legs. "Not just a girl, but a half-naked one. Now that's hot. If I'm still unconscious, don't wake me, okay?

Sunt ca un catelus pe care i l-a lasat cineva pe care l-a iubit foarte mult si se cazneste sa faca tot ce trebuie, chiar daca el unul nu se da in vant dupa catei.

You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you, Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong." He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting." "Then you're definitely doing it wrong.

We'll check out this bar and find you a vampire. And if he's not tormented, I'm sure I can fix that. Paranormal Romance Blues

Daca eram nebuna, mi-as fi dat seama? Exact asta insemna sa fii nebun, nu-i asa? Tu crezi ca esti in buna regula. Toti ceilalti au o alta parere. Poate ca eram nebuna.

As supernatural types went, that seemed weird, and I suspected there was more to it. According to the notes, some of the kids had problems. So they locked them up in a group home. The kids figured out why they were there and escaped. And apparently came back and destroyed the laboratory, killing Dr. Davidoff and several others. "Why can't we do that?" Corey said.

Fitz was on his best behavior with Daniel, though. He usually is. He can sense Daniel likes animals. That's how we met. A week after we moved in, Daniel brought us an injured squirrel. The old warden had taken in wounded animals, and Daniel had figured that was part of the job. As for what a five-year-old was doing riding his bike deep into a predator-laced forest, well, that says something about the level of parental care in the Bianchi household.

A jerk on my harness made me look up sharply as Daniel adjusted the rope, preparing to let me belay down. The look on his face told me who'd won. "Damn," I said. "Seriously?" "By a fingertip," Rafe said. "You need to grow longer arms.

His lips pressed against mine, then parted. And he kissed me. Really kissed me—arms tightening around me, mouth moving against mine, firm, like he'd made up his mind that this was what he wanted and he wasn't backing down again.