Quotes from Kelley Armstrong

Antonio- Just in time, Pete. Five more minutes of reading this and she'd have been in a coma. Peter- Are we such bad company that you'd rather hide out in here reading that old thing?

Jeremy had a plan for getting Clay back and I wasn't allowed to know anything about it or allowed to help him carry it out. As one might expect, I accepted this news with grace and understanding. That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard! I snarled for the dozenth time that hour. I won't just sit here and do nothing.

He glanced down at the blood-smeared cut on his side...and realized he wasn't wearing any clothing. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't realized it already. Kind of obvious. It wasn't like he'd been going to take time out to find his clothing before stopping Liam.

I'm just saying it's not time for that either. We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe is making everyone uncomfortable. Rafe grinned. Doesn't bother me.

If you want that kind of thing, call Nick. His advice is shit, but he really likes to give it.

Elena? Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.

Rafe grinned. So we are dating? No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate. I turned to my parents. We have Kenji. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need. Dad chocked on his coffee.

Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?

when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.

This is what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.

Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, i followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. I wasn't even barking, just staring and dancing in place. Oh, my god! It's a killer Pomeranian. I glanced up at Derek. It's a tough call, but i think you can take him. He glared.

Sometimes humans hit on a moment of profundity more complete than their dim minds could comprehend, and they took that nugget of truth and dumped it in the refuse for the bards and the poets to find, and mangle into yodeling paeans of love.

One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.

We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form. A wry smile. Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk.

Boo, I said. He reacted as all mutts react when I confront them. He leapt from his chair and dove for the nearest exit, shaking in terror. In my dreams. He glanced at me and started looking for Clay. It never failed. Mutts only quaked when I appeared because it usually meant Clayton wasn't far behind. I was nothing but a harbinger of doom.

I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.

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?

So consider your options, make your choice and call me home.

The three Fs of being a werewolf, Feeding, Fighting, and...Reproduction

Stuffing people into boxes is for those who have issues about their own box.

He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. "I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head." He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.

I have to. I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does.

Here I had a wonderful man who cared for me and I was screwing around with a self-absorbed, conniving monster who'd betrayed me in the worst possible way.

My past was a private obstacle, not a public excuse.