Quotes from Anne Bishop

Nathan said nothing for a moment. Then, < There's nothing in my fur, is there? > Simon gave the other Wolf a careful look. "No boogers." < Good. I hate washing boogers out of fur. > "Who doesn't ? What comes out of human noses is disgusting.

There's no room in him yet for something as small as anger.

Many kinds of prey had perfected the art of hiding sickness or injury to avoid being singled out when predators were hunting.

Gods above and below

Meg nodded. She didn't understand the feeling, but she turned the words into a kind of image that she could recall later. "Anyway

It's easier to believe something if someone else thinks the same thing.

When would humans realize they always started the fights that would kill them? He

You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence. "No." "Don't you know the answer?" "Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl." "But you know the answer." Daemon growled.

No matter how fancy it all looked or how large the city, humans were still closing the equivalent of stockade doors at night and shivering in fear of what watched them from the woods and fields.

You're a virgin. Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful, you're a virgin." Still clutching the coat, she eyed him warily. "There's no reason to get hysterical. It's not contagious.

A leader had to stay alert and aware of the enemy who lived all around his people, had to enforce rules and agreements. Had to decide if the humans needed to be exterminated. And a leader ran the risk of absorbing too much that was human, becoming too much like the enemy.

Simon looked at his hands, which had grown furry. He snarled when he couldn't get them back to looking human, a sign that he was too agitated to wear this skin. Since he didn't want to scare off Heather, he did the sensible thing. He stripped off his clothes, shifted to Wolf, and went to the Liaison's Office to have a few minutes of playtime with Meg.

If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would befriend a human and care enough to watch over her at night, he would have laughed his tail off.

Mixed feelings and a bruised heart. Maybe that was what a first love was in the end.

Humans, Simon reminded himself. He adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses that he didn't need for vision but thought made him look a little gawky and more approachable. Call them humans when you're in the store. That way you're less likely to use the slur when talking to an employee.

She looked so painfully cold he didn't have the automatic consideration of whether she'd be edible.

Human females. They're kind of crazy during this time, aren't they?" "If you choose to believe the stories written by male writers," Vlad replied. They heard a bang and thump from the kitchen, followed by Meg yelling at something. Simon sighed. "That many males can't be wrong.

Simon stared at the juveniles, who immediately looked more subdued. Then he turned to Meg. "If they're annoying you, just bite them on the nose.

We are here. We are different but we stand united to protect our home. We are different but we protect our families, whether they are families by blood or by heart.

he wasn't the only one riding a horse that might as well have a sign pinned to its tail that read, MY RIDER IS A STUPID BEGINNER. I'LL HANDLE THIS.

Simon?" Charlie finally said. "It was just a mouse." "I know," he replied. "A small mouse." He sighed. "I know." "So," Alan said after a long pause. "That's Namid's terrible creation?" "Yeah. That's Meg.

Are there weapons in a bookstore?" "It's a store full of books, which are objects that can be thrown as well as read," Monty replied blandly.

Sam," Meg said sternly. "I have deliveries to make before we can play. You have to wait for me at home." He talked back, and she didn't need to speak Wolf to know he wanted to come with her and wasn't agreeing with anything she said about him staying home by himself.

Some, like Lorne, who ran the Three Ps—the shop for paper, printing, and postage—went on as they had before.