Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Sometimes I think everybody else in the world knows something I don't know. Like they're all in on some kind of conspiracy and if I just knew that one secret thing, too, the things adults do that baffle me would make perfect sense. Other times I think I know something extra that the whole rest of the world doesn't know and that's why nothing they do makes sense. 'Cause they don't know it and all their actions stem from flawed logic. Unlike mine.

Once, long ago on her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

Guilt. Guilt is for losers. Guilt is for folks who have stupid things like regrets. I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

No es nada que yo haga, sidhe vidente -me dijo la criatura mágica-. Es lo que soy. Soy cada sueño erótico que hayas tenido nunca y mil más que nunca se te han llegado a pasar por la cabeza. Soy sexo en estado puro que te volverá del revés y te consumirá hasta dejarte reducida a cenizas. -Sonrió-. Y si quiero, luego puedo volver a hacer que estés entera.

When you live as long as we do, you find yourself in bed with women you watched get born. It's weird and not at the same time.

He turned his face to mine, looked down. Handsome, chilling man. His eyes were the clearest I'd ever seen. This was a man that suffered no conflicts with himself. He had no problems being what he was. We stared at each other. "Black looks good on you," he murmured. "Has Barrons seen you like this?

I'd also secreted a few crosses and bottles of holy water in various nooks. Barrons would laugh at me if he knew. You might wonder if I'm expecting an army from Hell. I am.

Vows, like wishes, are dangerous things. Precision matters.

I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.

Fearless people are outsiders. The fearful have many places to belong.

Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.

And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be—and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.

CJ It took me a moment to figure out the initials.Constant Jackass. I smiled. "Apology accepted, Barrons, if it's the Ferrari." It was.

Dude, you are one sick feck." "Och, Dani, my love," he says, gliding toward the bed, "you've really no idea.

Face says one thing. Body says another. I listen to the body. Keeps me alive.

Fools and the dead are not governed by logic. Survivors are.

There's no such thing as a dirty fight when you're fighting to win.

Powerful, often brilliant beyond comprehension, most of the time he was a wildly emotional hot mess.

Gwen started to speak, but he laid a finger to her lips. "Please, lass, just kiss me. No more words. There have been enough of them between us." He paused before adding quietly, "If you have aught to say to me, let your heart speak now.

I like women. I want them to feel good. It's practically been my mission in life.

Unmute yourself," I demanded. "I. Am. Not. Muted." Did he ever sound pissed!

Her eyes are different. Wary, guarded, tinged with that human emotion I despise the most: regret.

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most.

In the great pasture of life there are really only four kinds of creatures: sheep, as Dani likes to call them; shepherds who try to guide the sheep and keep them on the straight and narrow; sheepdogs who run them from field to field, prevent them from straying, and fight off the predators that come to slaughter and feast; and wolves, savage, fierce, and a law unto their own.