Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Why do you hate me?" "I have no emotion about you at all, Mac. I take care of my own. You are not my own." He moved past me, pressed his palm to the door, and stood waiting for me to exit. "Barrons wants you to see your parents so as you go about your business you will remember they are here. With me." "Lovely," I muttered. "I suffer them to live, against my better judgment, as a favor to Barrons. He's running out of favors. Remember that.

I wonder about that borrowed grace. Wonder about the enormous amount of pain they must be suffering to finally feel okay only when they decide to opt out of this crazy, beautiful world. You don't see it coming, not even me. Although I've learned to watch for an unexpected, suspicious peace.

You had no right." "Ah, the morally outraged cry of the weak: You're not 'allowed' to do that. One is allowed to do anything one can get away with. Only when you understand that will you know your place in this world. And your power. Might is right." "Ah," I mock, "the morally bankrupt howl of the predator." "Guilty as charged.

Still, I seem to be stuck on a runaway train, barreling down the track despite all warnings that I'm about to jump it and either crash into something horrific or end up in a no-man's-land without a compass. My damned Highlander heart. I'm an Unseelie prince with Keltar chivalry in my blood that will never cease governing my actions so long as my heart beats. No woman, no person should ever have to live without choices, without control over their life.

Those trousers could seduce a Templar Grand Master.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front.

Who are you?" he began quietly. He would continue in a gentle voice until she demonstrated resistance. Then he might roar at her. With a small measure of amusement, he conceded the probability that this lass would roar back.

I hate organizations. Folks got to be free, able to breathe, and make up their own minds about stuff, not be fed a party line. Ritual numbs the brain. Repetition is grass for sheep.

Dude, you got to draw your lines in the sand somewhere and hold them. It's especially important when the sand keeps shifting beneath your feet.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

You're never going to believe what just walked into the club," Lor told Ryodan. "Tell me to change. Say the word.

Still irritable and defiant, despite her fear. She's a piece of work. "That's a risk we're both taking. We don't know each other. Do you really want to stay in the bottle?" "For now," she says tightly, "I think so, yes." "Fine. Have it your way. If you come out, you must come directly to me, and I will set the parameters you must obey. Deal?" "Deal.

knowledge of times gone by

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don't walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you're never really alive again. Spend enough time with ghosts, you become one.

NEVER LET ANYONE ELSE INTO YOUR GARDEN. WE HOE OUT THE CROPS AND SEED IN WEEDS—ALL THE WHILE TELLING YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL OUR WEEDS ARE, THAT, IN FACT, THEY'RE NOT WEEDS AT ALL, AND YOU'RE SO LUCKY TO HAVE THEM—UNTIL YOU'RE NO LONGER CERTAIN WHAT A WEED EVEN IS.

I envision the possible scenarios, starting with the worst first. I like to do it that way so I can end on the happy thought and aim for it.

His beast was savage, primitive, its law utterly self-serving, an endless roar inside that said: I'M KING OF THIS MOTHERFUCKING JUNGLE. EVERYTHING IS MINE. I WANT IT ALL, ALL THE TIME. His beast was ancient, ruthless, voracious, craved everything sensual and immediately gratifying, and it had absolutely no—

You watch her walking around, smiling, moving different than she moved before she went to him, and you know something happened up there that made her feel more alive than she ever felt before, that she got to be the way you hope you'll get to be with a man, even if it's just once in your life. A man has to see women a certain way for it to be that way.

He had a way of making a woman feel, with a mere glance, as if she were the most desirable woman in the world. How was a woman to stare into the face of such lust, and not feel lust in response?

My last name is Stone, though." "How foolish do you think I am?" he echoed the exact words she'd said to him about his name only hours ago. "Lisa Rock? That will not do. I can hardly present you to my men, should I decide to, as Lisa Stone. I may as well tell them you are Lisa Mud or Lisa Straw. Why would your people take the name of a stone?

her naked today, sort of? Is he reading my mind? Mentally, I mutter blah, blah, blah, over and over. "Shut the hell up and listen to me. We were in bed and she vanished. There one instant, then gone. Taken from inside Chester's, which is impossible. I've got the club so heavily warded, even I have a difficult time getting past them, in beast form.

recognize him as such, too. Yes, he had disobeyed his queen. So had many others, who'd never been punished so harshly. Had the crime he'd committed merited a death sentence? There were other Seelie who felt as he did, who wanted a return to

Lisa woke with sore, knotted muscles and a kink in her neck from sleeping without a pillow—sensations so tangible they shouted, Welcome to reality.

Nothing is in my control. Well, there's one thing that is… Deliberately, I employ what was long one of Dani's favorite words, which I know irritates him. I'm spoiling for a fight to dump aggression, and we're both unbreakable