Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Really, how much of a relationship can she think they're having when he's still "selecting" her every morning?

They may have stolen my past, but I'll never let them take my future

No lips," Drustan warned. "Unless you wish me to be kissing Chloe.

People's eyes are finally open, money's as worthless as it always really was. Used to amaze me when I was little how everybody passed around pieces of paper that they all agreed to pretend meant the same thing when everybody knew it didn't mean anything. It was the first adult conspiracy I became aware of. Made me think maybe no adults should ever be the boss of me. I'm the smartest person I know.

It's more like, you are mine forever, should you agree and give me the words back. And now I am yours forever, whether you agree or not.

Said he had more immediate problems than the fate of the world and he was sure we'd figure it out, considering how controlling and micromanaging Ryodan was about everything he owned—and as he believed he owned the entire world and everything in it, and could play with it all like his personal chess set—the bastard would surely find a way to patch things up to his liking. He

I will wear any skin to get in.

Our entire existence was fluid and living and, as a race, a planet, a universe, it was all connected and we were all part of one another. And when we hurt one another, we hurt ourselves. And when we warred, we hurt the universe, and that was ourselves. And

A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.

No simple cherry picker for me, she thought. I get a time-traveling genius who comes with a world of problems and sends me back through time to fix them.

Ah, the painful truth: Fate was a cosmic toilet. It was the nature of the universe to flush sluggish things that failed to exercise free will. Stasis was stagnancy. Change was velocity. Fate—a sniper that preferred a motionless target to a dancing one.

I stare at him through the dim light as instant lust eclipses anger, will, time, place.

I forget nothing, Ms. Lane. I omit." "And evade." "Lie, cheat, and steal," he agreed. "If the shoe fits.

Qué es la confianza, sidhe-seer, sino la expectativa de que otro se comporte de un modo determinado, basada en acciones previas?

Rioting begets violence begets rioting. I sometimes think the entire human race is comprised of barely restrained animals, avid for any excuse to tear off their masks of civility. And here I am, always trying desperately to keep mine on.

That is how to live: in the choosing. There are no rules but those you make for yourself.

The kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul, and it was working. Dominant like the man, hungry, demanding. Beckoning forth the secret Chloe that harbored hunger every bit as deep as his. He was a dark, seductive shadow, all around her, and she was drowning in him.

If aught must be lost, 'twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, 'twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, 'twill be my life for yours. I am Given. That's what you said.

Familiar routine is balm to a fragmented soul.

You'd do a Highland husband proud, lass," he whispered.

You can kill but don't cuss. Break any rule necessary to save the world but don't watch porn or even think about having sex. How do they come up with this stuff-hold parental powwows for brainstorming diametrically opposed ethics?

Mac," she shot over her shoulder, "one more thing, and if you tell Rowena I told you, I'll lie. But you need to know. There are no males among us. Never have been. Whatever your employer is, he's not one of us."   I

You would bound off faster than a hare if I were such a fool." He grasped her shoulders and pulled her close. "I would advise against running from me. I would catch you easily, and the chase would only arouse me." When she tried to shrug his hands off her shoulders, he said, "Is this the fashion in which you thank me for freeing you?" he teased. "You might grant me a boon for my efforts.

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you've got problems. It