Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Lust is absurd. It strikes in the strangest places at the oddest times. She doesn't even realize she's feeling it. She's erected a barricade of propriety and lies between us. I despise the type of woman she is. I loathe her soft pink innocence. My body doesn't concur. I wonder why her?

I am the law." "Apparently. Heil." I click my heels together and salute.

He, who had once been whole, was halved, without hope of ever being complete again. And when you've known that kind of love, to endure the creeping passage of time without it is to live a half-life where nothing ever feels real.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once.

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

I welcome her feral nature.

Oh, the cockiness of youth. How I missed mine.

Bold. Ruthless. Energy. Action. Tenacity. Hunger. That was what B-R-E-A-T-H was.

Using some of your own time to make someone else's life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody. I almost can't stand it, it makes me so happy.

When man thinks he knows God's course better than God himself is when hundreds die—

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Occam's razor: The simplest explanation that accommodates all variables is most likely the truth.

The man was a walking dichotomy. Those powerful neck-snapping, knife-throwing hands that did murder without pause were equally capable of tenderness and delicacy.

Quod not cogit amor? (Is there anything love couldn't make us do?)

Devil and Angel: he, seduced by her lightness; she, tempted by his darkness. Each drawn to what they lacked.

I hoped to make you laugh," he said softly. "I've not seen much in the way of happiness in your eyes since we've crossed paths.

There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.

What's your heritage, anyway?" I said irritably, backing away, putting more space between us. He regarded me blankly, looking startled by the personal question, and as if he lacked a frame of reference for one.

He may not have yet seduced her into his bed, but he'd succeeded in seducing her into his life in countless other ways, each an invisible, silken knot, binding her to him as he lured her deeper into his world.

It's funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

Pretty, pink Barbie fucks hard and raw like an animal. Her head is thrown back, spine arched, she's oblivious to rules, to moral order, to all but inner imperatives. And I wonder: could she live like she fucks?

Who and what are you?" "You called my name when you released me the first time," he said impatiently. " 'Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I'm but a man.

my hair was a mass of tangled curls just like the old days, minus