Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I want to lock her up somewhere I can keep her safe forever.

She'd accepted his blade and stayed. She didn't ken the full significance of that. When a Druid offered his favored weapon, his Selvar, the one he wore against his skin, to a woman, he offered his protection. His guardianship. Forever. And she'd taken it.

Find the silver lining. Throw that head back and belly up a laugh. It's just another adventure. Greet it, master it.

You're inviting my rapists into my home.

There was nothing out there but him. He'd been looking for a long time.

maintain that blaming them for Besseta commissioning them to enchant me would be akin to blaming the blade for drawing blood. 'Tis the hand that wields the dagger, not the dagger itself.

Virginia, the heroine in The 10th Kingdom

People in Hell want ice water.

He closed his fingers around hers before she might snatch it away. Her wee hand was nearly swallowed by his. It meant more to him than kisses. More even than bedplay. When women sought him for sex, it was for their pleasure. But Chloe's small hand had been given without taking.

A part of me wishes they'd all just stand up and battle to the death. Make it simple. Take control through bloodshed and war.

Silently, without questioning her luck—luck always favors the arrow that knows its goal—she ascends the stairs.

dashing around Dublin having grand adventures. Ryodan

They're good men. The best. Keep an open mind and heart, because I can tell you one thing for sure: when these Keltars love, they love completely and forever.

I enjoyed decorating because I'd never gotten to do it before and I see things in structures and patterns, and decorating is a way of arranging things to achieve maximum visual happiness. If

I nodded back as if I had some clue what we were nodding about.

In the Deep South, we understand pride. We lost everything once, but by God, we held on to our pride. We heaped fuel onto the fire of it, stoked it as high as a crematorium. And we immolate ourselves on it sometimes.

I had a nosebleed." "Nosebleed, my petunia." "Petunia?" "Ass, Barrons. As in you are one.

Wars need rules!" "Wars need to be won!

You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there somewhere, a few whispered words of a prayer away.

You didn't warn me enough. I'm only fourteen! I don't know everything! I can't know everything! You're older! You're supposed to warn me about stuff!

Give me a Twilight moment, make me all shimmery, too?

It seems a kindness from a man I would never have counted kind.

Because I could see the truth. Sometimes it's there in the flaws. And other times it's there in too much perfection.

We look at each other commiserating, because grown-ups are so fecked up and we're never going to turn out like them.