Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Caveat: what you fear most will destroy you.

Sometimes when all hell's breaking loose the only thing to do is to break more hell loose.

After an eternity of grief and regret, he held the only thing he'd ever wanted as much as he wanted to be God. A second chance.

Vampires? Eew. Dead. Enough said. Time-travel? Ha, give me creature comforts over a hulking highlander with the manners of a caveman any day. Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man who's ruled by his inner dog? As if all men aren't anyway, even without the lycanthrope gene.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day.

These are my rapists, the ones that turned me inside out, ripped my mind from my body and shredded it. They are also, unfortunately, hot as hell.

Cease speaking, wench. You will bring that sweet ass over here and kiss me now.

Seni onunla yine Silvers'daki gibi yatakta görürsem onu öldürürüm.

When we're kids," Dancer said, "we're made of steel. And we think we're invincible but stuff happens and that steel gets stretched and pulled and twisted into impossible shapes. Most people are torn apart by the time they're married and have kids of their own. But some people, the few, figure out how to let that steel heat and bend. And in all the places other people break, they get stronger.

I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex. If it's 'perfectly good,' 

I always get them to call me whatever I want. I'm always in control. Isn't much I like more than a beautiful woman tied to my bed while I make her come till she passes out. So what's my problem?

If you've read any comics, you know superheroes have a critical vulnerability: the society they protect.

I'm as weak and helpless and doomed as any other person. I'm a willing victim, ready, waiting, eager to be destroyed. I know with one part of my mind how horrifying that is, but with another part of my mind—a much larger one—I don't care. Being a victim to eternal pleasure sounds like the most perfect state of existence I could ever imagine.

I'm not afraid of Hell. I lived there once. And if I have to go back again, I'll swagger through those gates with fire in my blood and war in my heart. And I'll. Take. No. Prisoners.

She's brilliant and kind and has the heart of a warrior but she doesn't have ice and razor blades inside where your soul is supposed to be. She loves. And she doesn't know how to take it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns it into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up altars, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches look not OCD.

I will never again permit myself to forget that isolation is the first step to defeat.

He was obsessed, and obsessed men are dangerous men.

Last I was here, Winter was a desolate, iced landscape with drift blasting across the terrain, fogging the air white, tumbles of stone and ice and statues barely visible. Today it's clear, if not sunny. Sun doesn't exist in Winter; there lurks only an intermittently glimpsed frost-bitten orb of wan blue.

I lived with the constant awareness that if I cared about you and you figured it out, you'd leave.

Birisinin seni lanetlemede benden önce davrand???n? söylemiÅŸtin.'' ''Melodramd? o.Ä°ÅŸe yaram?? m?yd?? Beni öpmüÅŸtün.'' ''Sen kendini lanetlenmiÅŸ hissetmiyor musun?'' ''Alem buysa kral benim.

Don't lose yourself in anger, Mac. It's gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you—only your body doesn't have the good grace to quit breathing.

Who among the Fae likes you enough to do that favor?" I knew the answer to that. No one. "The one I didn't kill when I demanded it. After I killed the other two." I smiled faintly. One word: badass. I want to be Jericho Barrons when I grow up.

Joy, that elusive, priceless commodity, was once again his.