Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

Si algo debe perderse, será mi honor por el tuyo. Si algo debe quedar olvidado, será mi alma por la tuya. Si la muerte vuelve a venir, será mi vida por la tuya. He sido entregado.

I've come to acknowledge the turd".

I asked you to leave, Grimm Roderick. What are you still doing here?" she said coolly. "Is that you, Jillian?" He stepped closer, peering through the shadows. "Have so many other women at Caithness demanded you depart that you're suffering confusion about my identity?" she asked sweetly, plunging her shaking hands into the holds of her cloak.

feel like we're taking a bad trip down a yellow brick road, but what waits for us behind that curtain is no charlatan, rather an enormously powerful, staggeringly dangerous wizard of chaos.

Kid, you just never give up." "I'm like, alive. How could I?

Reluctantly he turned to Ramsay. "Jillian, I'd like you to meet--" Ramsay Logan," Ramsay interrupted, thrusting himself forward. "Chieftan of the largest keep in the Highlands and--" "My ass, you are." Quinn snorted. "The Logan scarcely has a pot to"--he broke off and cleared his throat--"cook in.

Gah, I'm what-iffing! I don't what-if! What-iffing is for grownups. They what-if themselves right into doing nothing, and die without ever living.

I know that I'm here until this is over. Until either they're dead or I am. Alina's death will be avenged.

I glanced back at the two darknesses. They were moving toward us. Quickly. I looked up at Barrons. He was motionless, staring down at me. He turned and looked over his shoulder where I had been staring, then back at me. Then he pushed open the door, shoved me inside, shut the door, and slid three dead bolts behind us.

Turn back time to half-past innocence. But that clock's lying on its side, hour hand spinning wildly, in a dirty Dublin alley near a gold makeup pouch half concealed by trash, and an address carved in stone by a dying woman. Broken.

Put your slippers on, lass. You'll catch a chill." Jillian glared at him. Quinn moved to her side and offered his arm for her to lean on while she donned her slippers. "He's right. The stones are cold, lass. As to the why of it, your da summoned us to look after Caithness in his absence, Jillian." "Really?" Jillian said sweetly, adding "liar" to the list of nasty names she was calling men in the privacy of her thoughts.

I think men don't realize women think dicks are beautiful. Not all dicks.

Procrastinating is number three on my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what you didn't want to do, with the only difference being that you lost all that time in between, during which you could have been doing something fun. Even worse, you probably stayed in a stressed-out, crappy mood the whole time you were avoiding it. If you know something is inevitable, do it and get it over with. Move on. Life is short.

You doona hate me for not being able to return you?" He paused for emphasis. "Ever, Gwen. I can't return you ever.

For a moment I thought Mother and Da had told you, even though they hadn't told me." "No, lass. They didn't tell anyone. And maybe they were a bit heavy-handed, but you can approach this in one of two ways: You can be angry and spiteful and ruin your chances, or you can thank Providence and your da for fetching you the best of the best, Jillian." Jillian rolled her eyes. "If those men are the best, then it's the cloister for certain.

I will choose anything over fear. Rage is fuel. Rage is gasoline. And Ryodan wasn't completely right—because rage, wielded as a weapon, with focus, purpose, and skill, is also massively useful energy. Anger can refine, distill, clarify.

What if I told you that when you kiss me, lass, I doona feel cursed? That mayhap your kisses could save me. Would you?

TIME IS THE ONLY TRUE GOD, AND I AM FOREVER. THEREFORE, I AM GOD. Your logic is flawed. Time is not forever. It is always. Past, Present, and Future. There was a time in the past when you did not exist. Therefore, you are not God. I CREATE. I DESTROY. With the whimsy of a spoiled child. YOU FAIL TO DIVINE THE MASTER DESIGN. EVEN THAT WHICH YOU CALL CHAOS HAS PATTERN AND PURPOSE.

It irritated him that she wouldn't turn about and look at him; it was the least she could do while they said nasty things to each other.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

I couldn't believe I'd so completely lost track of time, but I'd had monsters to fight, a police interrogation to deal with, a graveyard to search, my dad to send home, a mobster's brother's death to avert, a new job to learn, and an illegal auction to attend. It was a wonder I got anything done, really.

She was waiting for him to say something intelligent, Grimm realized. Damn the woman, but she should know better than that. Intelligent just didn't happen when he was around Jillian.

Does mercy look like my middle fucking name?