Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I ran faster than a demon from Hell breaking out with Cerberus snapping at its heels.

It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

One thing I've learned is that the harder your life gets, the gentler you have to be with yourself when you finally get some downtime, or you can't be strong when you need to be.

There will be no takin' this back, lass. Doona even think to be tellin' me later that you willna hae me. You will hae me.

dark, tattooed muscle, midnight eyes glittering bloodred

She studied the fabulous frame with its odd symbols, stroking the cool gold of it, trailing her hand down over the silvery glass. Inside the mirror, Cian raised his hand, too, and traced the path of her passage, making it appear as though their fingertips met. She felt only cold glass.

Was he that diabolical?

You don't realize how reassuring it is to see yourself every day until you can't anymore.

I can wedge my head far enough down into the sand that I can't see whatever's staring at me, then it can't see me, either, and no matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

I turned and stared into the mirror. The reflection of a stranger stared back. I touched my face in the reflection. No, she wasn't a stranger. She was a woman who'd stepped out of her comfort zone in order to survive, who'd become a fighter. I liked the woman I saw in the looking glass.

She was his reason for being. His every defining moment occurred because of her, and only in her presence did he know peace. She was his brightest shining star. She made him a better man, and to men who know how fundamentally and deeply they're flawed, such a woman is irresistible.

What is he thinking? You're the Mega. You don't take Wolverine's claws!" "I know, right?

Buck up, little buckaroo, it said, in a dry, gravelly drawl. You wouldn't believe how many things that advice has gotten me through since. When everything else is gone, balls are all any of us really have left. The question is: Are yours made of flesh and blood, or steel?

You don't trust anyone. Except yourself, and that's not trust, that's ego." "Not ego. Awareness of my abilities. And the limitless nature of them.

Death is the final chapter in a book you can't unread. You keep waiting to feel like the person you were before that chapter ended. You never will.

I belly up a laugh from way down deep where I'm always half laughing anyway because being alive—dude!—it's the greatest adventure in the world. What a ride it's been. Short but stupendous.

I figure if there is a God, he or she isn't paying attention to what we build or if we follow some elaborate rules, but copping a ride on our shoulders, watching what we do every day. Seeing if we took this great big adventure called life and did anything interesting with it. I figure the folks that are the most interesting get to go to heaven.

I'm used to feeling like I'm the only one sees the hard things coming, and I'm always angling to skew the odds in my favor. It's nice to know somebody else is preparing, too.

Don't hide your mistakes, 'Cause they'll find you, burn you —"Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace

Plus, I've seen two of the Nine naked today. Nice bit of eye candy for a woman with a ferocious sweet tooth and no way to satisfy it.

He caught his full lower lip with his teeth and slowly released it, then smiled. It was not a smile meant to reassure. It was a smile that promised dark fantasies. Whether she wanted them or not.

Folks need faith in times like these. You can't give somebody faith. They either got it or they don't. But you sure can try to give them hope.

I don't like your attitude." "My attitude?" he echoed dumbly. "So get thee from my bed and from my sight and speak no more to me this night.

Sex. Hunger. Rage. Hunger. Sex. Hunger. Rage. Hunger.