Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

The good guys and bad guys aren't as easy to tell apart as I used to think they were. You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

Samhain had its origins, like many modern holidays or celebrations, in pagan times. As the sidhe-seers had been inclined to erect churches and abbeys on their sacred sites, the Vatican had been wont to "Christianize" ancient, pagan celebrations in an if-you-can't-beat-them-and-don't-wantto- join-them-rename-it-and-pretend-it-was-yours-all-along campaign.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

What we achieve at our best moment doesn't say much about who we are. It all boils down to what we become at our worst moment.

If you weaken, I'll be strong. If you get lost, I'll be your way home. If you despair, I'll bring you joy. I will love you until the end of time.

Where are you? Touch me." I slip my hand into his, and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at where I am, then he closes his eyes and laces strong fingers with mine. I hear exactly what he's not saying in them: You better bring your ass back to me, woman. I reply with mine, Always. He laughs softly then somehow finds my face and kisses me, light and fast, and I taste him on my lips, need him again, hard and fast and soon.

There are a few absolute no-brainer rules in my world. Real close to the top of this list is: if an Unseelie prince runs from it, I'm going to run from it, too. [said Dani]

Resonably neat and clean?" Adrienne said incredulously. "that man is flawless from head to toe! He makes David and the Greek gods and Pan seem all out of proportion. He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody should cork it! He's -accck! Bah!" Adrienne spluttered and stuttered as she belatedly realised her words. Lydia was laughing so hard tears misted her eyes.

You are what you are. Deal with it or change.

Mac reflected on the Unseelie King and his concubine: He'd loved her for all time After he'd believed she was gone Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever. I wished them forever. You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone.

Holy psychotic PCs, Robin, we've a murderous MacBook on the loose!

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will! Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.

All the sudden Ryodan's standing one inch away from me, hand under my chin, holding my face up to his. "You'll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be 'just' a wave." "Get off my chin." "I like that about you. Waves are banal. Tsunamis reshape the Earth. Under the right circumstances, even entire civilizations." I blink. "You're going to be one hell of a woman one day, Dani.

Superglue after duct tape a girl's best friend.

My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said "our world." He always said "your world." But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around "my" bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

What are you? "A man with a rope?" "Ha-ha.

Barrons cut her a hard look. "Some of us are more useful and important than others." "My ass, you are," Christian growled. Barrons folded his arms. "Who let the Unseelie in here?

I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read.I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.

See things for what they are. Drop your blinders and raise the sewer to eye level. Admit that your swimming in shit. If you don't acknowledge the turd heading down the drain towards you; you can't dodge it.