Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don't wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.

I know exactly where the decrepit, fallen-to-ruin castle of Winter is, as well as Spring, Summer, and Autumn, the High Court, and the queen's bower.

You make me think I might discover parts of myself I doona know exist.

Indeed, there are times the most desirable, correct, necessary action results in catastrophic consequences. We're facing them now.

Years ago, so much about Faery was foreign to me, but I've been studying files on it for a few hundred years, suspended in a timeless chamber, and now possess a powerful advantage: The Light Court drinks from the Cauldron repeatedly, which means I know more about the history and powers of the Fae than they do.

She squirmed in his embrace, slipping around in his arms to face him. He smiled at her, one of those lazy, melting smiles he gave so rarely, and kissed her.

As we sift out, I deposit a small indoor conservancy in the center of the third floor, with young trees, grasses, and rocks draped with tender mosses and delicate berries to feed the lemurs while we are away. As a hasty afterthought, I add a circular, stone-ringed pool of water and remove all rugs. Poop is easier to clean off hardwood.

There was a knife in his hand. He gave me a tight, mocking smile as he moved to the slab. "Wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left." He sliced into the Fae.

Nothing' is the key word there. Because that's what he is. Nothing. He's just human.

I have to balance the scales and there's a lot weighing in against me.

The kingdom of Winter is a diamond-crusted study of beautiful cruelties, lovely and inimically dangerous, for each alluring facet contains a hidden weapon or terror. It's brutally cold—we ice where we stand—so I adjust our body temperatures by erecting a slice of warmer climate around us, and ice sloughs off us in great, melting sheets.

Another flawless lie. I may not do it often but I shine at it like I do most things.

If you know what's coming and don't do anything to stop it, you got no right to act all surprised and pissy when the crap hits the fan. Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet.

Loci. Latin for 'places.' Mnemonic device for managing memory. Simonides, Cicero, Quintilian all

He stared at her a long moment, his eyes narrowed. "Lass," he said softly, "if you tried to leave me, I fear I wouldn't let you. I fear I would do whatever I had to do, no matter how ruthless, to keep you." "I consider myself warned," she said pertly. "Trust me, I'm not going anywhere. Now tell me.

I sifted us in about a half mile from the castle proper, partially hidden behind a frozen and sometimes horrifically animated hedge that is part of a shoulder-high, statue-studded labyrinth; the better to assess our surroundings as I have no idea how many courtiers she might have in attendance or whether she'll have posted guards.

I have no use for it. My will needs no amplifying. My will shapes worlds. The amulet was fashioned for one like you with no will of which to speak." "Just because we can't manipulate reality with our thoughts doesn't mean we don't have will. Maybe we do shape reality, just on a different scale, and you don't see it.

I ordered, Dad paid, just like old times when life was simple, and Daddy was always there to be my Friday night date whenever my latest boyfriend had been a jerk.

Don't need your approval," I say irritably. "Don't need anybody's." "Stay that way.

They would be together always. Soul mates. He would never be alone. Never get lost in madness, for she would never fail to find him and bring him back.

pint-size strength

Life isn't a bloody comic strip, kid," Ryodan said coolly. "Yes it is," he said, "and we get to write our own script, so be epic or vacate the page. You're all taking this way too seriously.

He turned his face up, eyes slanting half closed with bliss and rumbled in his broad chest. "I see you, Yi-yi." Yi-yi was what he'd named her that day long ago on Olean when she'd named him. He'd been saying the same words to her every time she awakened or fell asleep for four years, and wouldn't rest until she said it back. "I see you, too, Shazam.

Beyond the labyrinth, four spires explode up from the castle, alabaster ice splintering the leaden sky.