Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Love? Can I even feel it anymore? I've hated everyone and everything around me since the moment I began to change. I ran from those who cared about me. I concede it's possible my hatred hastened the changes, fed the wrong things, starved the right ones. But love? To feel it here and now? I'm not sure it's even possible. Och, but of course it is.

Cease ceasing movement so abruptly! Christ, woman, must you catapult forward after each cessation? Are you certain you've strapped the mirror securely? We should stop and check it. By Danu, wench, try nudging this beast gently, not kicking it with both heels! A silence, a slew of choked curses, then: Horses! What the bloody hell is wrong with horses? Have they all been slain in battle?

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

I feel what's in you, and there's nothing light about it. I know the dark side. I live there, for fuck's sake. Emotion shapes power. Terrible power comes at a terrible price. Shut it the fuck down and get your bloody emotions in check, Ms. Lane.

Repetition dulls even the keenest senses

Master to slave: when he says "Fuck me," my body softens and I get wet. It's visceral. Inescapable. I love the way he says "Fuck me," as if his body will explode if I don't touch him, slam down on him and take him inside me, meld our flesh together in that place we both find the only peace we ever know. Out of bed, we're a storm. In bed, we find the eye.

In Fae and mortal realms alike, he who controls the press controls the world.

Haud yer wheesht, woman." "Hold my what?" "It means 'hush,' Jessica. Just hush. Would it kill you to hush?

Did you fuck him?" "Ah!" I yelled. "Of course not!" I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. "Wouldn't I be an addict if I did?" I raised my face. Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. "Not if he protected you." "They can do that? Really?" "Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.

Change requires an admission of error. Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them.

But being small was so much more complicated than being God.

It's all black and white to you, isn't it?" "Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is white. There are no shades of it.

Perspective is a funny thing. You think your back is to the wall, then something worse corners you, and the first threat looks puny in comparison.

Life's an ocean, full of waves. All are dangerous. All can drown you. Under the right circumstances, even the gentlest swell can turn tidal. Hopping waves is for the weekend warrior. Choose one, ride it out. It increases your odds of survival.

When she'd finally cranked up her favorite Godsmack CD in an effort to tune him out, he'd let out a roar that had rattled the windows in her car: By all that's holy, woman, what is that hideous noise? Cease and desist! A battlefield at full charge could be no more cacophonous!

You make on the Womankind's greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man's potential

we believe others are capable of the worst we ourselves are capable of

Question: When you're one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It's how you choose to answer that question that defines you.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror trying to reconcile dual images. I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

Often, it was only the bold, fearless, risky action that had any hope of circumventing impending doom, as if Fate was amused by the colorfully unexpected, and while she was laughing, one might slip changes past the pernicious bitch.

You don't know me inside and out. You may have gotten in my skin, but you have never gotten inside my heart. Go ahead, Barrons, make me slice and dice myself. Go ahead, play games with me. Push me around. Lie to me. Bully me. Be your usual constant jackass self. Stalk around all broody and pissy and secretive, but you're wrong about me. There's something inside me you'd better be afraid of. And you can't touch my soul. You will never touch my soul!

Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce.

You're grumpy and broody and secretive all the time. You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!" "I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your . . . hat." "MacHalo," I corrected tightly. "It's a brilliant invention, and it means I don't need you or V'lane to keep my safe from Shades, and that, Jericho Barrons, is worth its weight in gold: not needing either of you for something!