Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

You can't help yourself, can you? You think the only thing to do with a parade is rain on it. Some people know to enjoy the parade because, dude, the rain always comes back.

Sok a fájdalom, de az öröm is. A kettÅ' közötti feszültség adja az élet lényegét. Nem tökéletes a világ, de valóságos. Az illúzió nem helyettesítheti. Inkább élek kemény, de valódi életet, mint a hazugságok édes életét.

Mayhap you'd prefer to spend this eve with me at an inn, rather than going straight to my brother's," he suggested with a seductive smile. Chloe scowl deepened. "One eve is no' enough?" he teased, though his eyes were distant. "Greedy lass, would you be wishing a week?

S'cool. I've lived most of my life under threat of "one of these days" for one reason or another. Superheroes do.

Emotions"—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—"are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

Time does not define the act. Time is impartial; it neither condemns nor absolves. The action contains intent, and intent is where the definition lies.

muszáj továbbmenni. Az igazi személyiség fokmérÅ'je az, ahogyan továbbmegy az ember.

Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.

I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. I never used to understand that saying, but I think I finally get it.

I also figure being eternally happy would be eternally boring so I try not to be too interesting, even though it's hard for me. I'd rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and big cymbals! I like the crash and bang.

He touches my face. There is something different in his touch. It feels like he's saying good-bye, and I know a moment of panic. But my dream sky darkens and sleep's moon fills the horizon. "Don't leave me." I thrash in the sheets. "I'm not, Mac." I know I am dreaming then, because dreams are home to the absurd and what he says next is beyond absurd. "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

It would seem you are in need of assistance, sidhe-seer." A musical baritone drifted through the window, otherworldly, sensuous, and punctuated by a forbidding growl of thunder.

Why have you chosen to spare me?" "I want us to be…what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass," he purred, meaning himself

Fire to his ice, frost to her flame.

I'm not here to argue for the world. That's not in my job description. I'm just trying to save it.

But if there's one thing I've learned in life it's this: assume makes an ass out of 'u' and 'me.' 

Oh, God, Drustan, she thought, you didn't go back in time. You sent me back to save you!

Have I told you, Chloe-lass, that you're beautiful?" he said softly. She narrowed her eyes. If he thought a generic compliment would buy him a kiss, he was sadly mistaken.

I'm going be that n-n-nail in your coffin

Choose the men you take to your bed by these criteria: they see the finest in you, enhance and defend it.

It was a risky thing he'd just done, of a certain, because if she never agreed, Drustan MacKeltar would ache endlessly for her. His heart trapped by the binding spell, he would sense her eternally, would love her eternally. But should she one day choose to freely give the words back, the bond would intensify a thousandfold. He could live for such a hope.

He bristles with impatience. I feel the lust rolling off him, the violence beneath it. "You said you wanted something. What is it, Ms. Lane?" I smile coolly. "The deed to my bookstore, Barrons. What else?