Quotes from Anne Bishop

I can heal the scars on your body, but I can't heal the scars of the soul. Not yours, not mine. You have to learn to live with them. You have to choose to live beyond them.

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price.

It takes time to find the courage to display the parts of yourself that aren't bright and shining. But you have to see them, have to know they're inside you...shadows in the garden. They are a part of all of us.

My name is Hope Wolfsong," she whispered. "I am not cs821. Not anymore. Never again.

But during the day... that was life. The collection of small details that made up a shared day were what gave richness to what happened in the bed at night.

Humans were like sticky vines. If you didn't escape at the first touch, you got more and more tangled up.

I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

Marian sank down on one of the kitchen chairs and braced her head in her hands. He got mad at her for sweeping up spilled sugar but dragged her outside to throw a skillet at bales of hay. She threw a pot at him and missed, so he was going to teach her how to clobber him with a skillet. Even taking into account that he was an Eyrien male, there was only one explanation for his behavior. The man was insane.

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." Jared

And the Lady's mate. Despite having only two legs and small fangs, there was much that was feline in that one, and he approved.

I really wish I'd known Natasha and Ilya when I was getting my divorce. They took bloodsucking to a whole different level.

Was she cold? If he'd stayed with her last night, she wouldn't be cold.

You couldn't help someone who didn't want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.

What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages. He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb. "Oh," Meg said. "Oh." He spun around and ran back to the Market Square. She closed the door, looked at the packages in her hands, and said, "Eeewwww.

He slid into bed, turned off the light…and groaned as an image of a wise, skinny old crone filled his mind. No, he begged the still night. Sweet Darkness, heed the prayer of one of your sons. Now that she's so close, let her be young enough to want me. Let her be young enough to need me. The night gave him no answer, and the sky was a predawn gray before he finally slept." - Daemon

HE HAS TEETH. SHE HAS A GUN. THEY ARE THE LAW.

If she didn't heal emotionally, if she could never endure a man's touch… He wasn't the key that could unlock that final door. There was much he could do, but not that. He wasn't the key. Daemon Sadi was.

Crystal told me that Charlie Crowgard wrote a song about the fight. It's called 'Teakettle Woman and Broomstick Girl,' and it's so popular with the terra indigene who have heard it, he's going to record it so the rest of us can hear it too.

But the thoughts were excellent hunters and devoured sleep.

This body has been disturbed." "I'd be disturbed too if I was suddenly dead," I replied.

But words can beat down a person as surely as fists

Do you know what happened to the dinosaurs? The Others is what happened to the dinosaurs. A joke Captain Burke had told him his first day on the job in Lakeside. Except it wasn't a joke. Burke had known that, at least to some degree. And now so did he.

That's why males defend, Lady Surreal. Because you females are deadlier when you're roused—and you're merciless when you're riding the killing edge