Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Humans give stuff away all the time, practically tattooing their darkest secrets in neon on their skulls for anyone to see. Perverse fuckers. If they shouldn't think about it, they do. If they should think about it, they don't.

offered him my prayer, my challenge, the one that had gone eternally unanswered: Are you there? Are you as painfully alive and aware as me? Can you feel how much I'm giving you when I touch you like this? Are you worth me?

Buona notte, Lisa. Dormi con gli angeli... Poi torna sulla terra e dormi col tuo diavolo, che sarebbe disposto a bruciare all'inferno, per una notte tra le tue braccia

I don't know where dreams come from. Sometimes I wonder if they're genetic memories, or messages from something divine.

Careful with that thing, lass. Unless it pleases you to ruin my shirts.

Silence can't be interpreted. It can't be anticipated. It gives away nothing. And in most people, prolonged silence instills unease. We fill it up with the very best or worst of our imagination. As Ryodan said, the wise man is the silent one.

Wake the fuck up, Ms. Lane. Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

You cannot control me, lass. No one can," he said wearily. "If I give to you, it is because I choose to give to you. And Lisa, I would choose to give you everything, if you would but permit.

He would seduce her so thoroughly that she would no longer be able to conceive of herself apart from him; she would be his for the taking, anytime he wanted, anywhere, and in any way he chose to take her, able to deny him nothing. He

Will you really bring it?" she whispered. "Aye. Lisa, I'd bring you the stars if it would cease your tears.

God, the floor is cold! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I just thought "God." I don't use that word. Do I believe? Have I found faith here, on my knees, now, at the end? That seems kind of hypocritical-like to me. Ain't dying a hypocrite.

Sleep with the angels, my Brude queen," he said softly. But come back. This devil needs you like he's never needed anything before.

felt that way about myself lately; turning dark and afraid of what I was becoming. At that moment, I had no idea how light I still was. But then we so rarely understand the value of what we possess until it's gone.

Evil isn't a state of being, Barrons once said to me. It's a choice.

I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

Mac- "I'm afraid you'll leave me behind since you can't see me." Ryodan- "I'd leave you behind if I could see you.

She gave him her most forbidding you-will-obey-me-little-boy-or-die glance. They waged a battle with their glares—his challenging, hers promising divine retribution—until with a gamin grin he leaped to his feet, slipped behind her, and was gone.

When you have a secret that folks would kill you for, you sit mum on it. From everyone.

He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased. "I doona think so," Drustan growled.

Tornados touch down. They don't settle. They leave destruction in their wake.

As I stare at the White Mansion and I know what parts of it look like inside—and I know there's no way I could know those things—I wonder if I'm a serious nutcase. If none of this is happening, because I'm really locked up in a padded cell somewhere, hallucinating. If so, I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

I understand now why Barrons was always insisting I stop asking him questions and judge him by his actions alone. It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.

How many other women have you brought back here—that you needed tampons for? Did I not rate tampons? Was I won so easily that you didn't have to bribe me with conveniences?

Snip. Snip. Snip. I stand perfectly still while he works (chin tucked down so the ends will blend better), then braid my much shorter hair and weapon up.