Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

A long silence usually makes people fill it up with something.

Fact: it's just wrong to be smiled at by someone who has your blood on his teeth. It offends to the bone.

Superheroes are never invisible," he says. "They're just deluded.

I doona think Dageus will be teaching you a blethering thing," he said in a dangerous voice, and that time his lips did brush her ear. "And I bid you keep your lips off my brother, lest I confine you to your chambers.

Just like that. Blink of an eye, if I'd blinked. I hadn't. He'd vanished

Nothing was easy. Every move, each decision, a matter of life and death. It made for interesting times. Small human lives were so limited. And for that very reason, so fascinating. Shadowed by death, life became immediate. Intense.

There are no coincidences in this world, Drustan, his father had said. You must see with the eagle's eye. You must detach, lift above a conundrum, and map the terrain of it. Everything happens for a reason, if you can but discern the pattern.

A superhero isn't something you play at sometimes—it's something you are. Full-time, all the time, every day.

Can there be any act of creation that does not first destroy? Villages fall. Cities rise. Humans die. Life springs from the soil wherein they lie. Is not any act of destruction, should Time enough pass, an act of creation?

recidivism is human nature.

I know a thing about people: who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. In the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.

If angels really watch over us like some people believe, mine are deaf-mutes

Does she, like most women, lose a part of her soul in sex?

I just wished she'd stop forgetting me. Like she didn't want to remember me. Or maybe she wished she'd never had me.

We're superheroes. He's not sticking to the script. If he keeps deviating, I'm jumping comic books.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The soles of my shoes should have been steaming.

A once-robbed John, it won't remove its wallet from its trousers again until it gets the action it paid for. Nice try, sweet thing. NOT.

Champions don't spring from happy childhoods. They explode from tortured ones with a mile-wide dark streak they've learned to use for good.

What's the surest way to be victimized? Believe yourself a victim. To win? Believe yourself a champion.

Death is not a Hunter's delight. Too final.

Now that I'm a little over the edge anyway, I can admit something: My whole life, I've secretly been afraid that beneath my fiercely focused grooming and accessorizing, I'm, well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ psychotic.

He was waiting, one strong hand outstretched. She had no idea what he was doing, or where he thought he was going. He was asking her to say "yes" without knowing. He was asking for that leap of faith Gwen had warned her about. For the second time in less than forty-eight hours, the man was asking her to throw all caution to the wind and leap with him, trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.

Funny thing about payment is that it isn't the buyer of the goods or services that gets to set it. It's the seller. That's me.

I burn everywhere and I'm hot, and I'm hot, and I'm so fecking unbelievably hot that I start tearing off my clothes and I can't do it fast enough because I feel thick and slow and stupid