Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

He slices his head to the left in typical Barrons economy-of-motion fashion. He's the most self-contained man I've ever known. Not yet; we need to continue walking. But if she's in this mess, you've restored her.

I almost die a lot. Superheroes do.

Still, you'd lose them again, one way or another, because they were meant to be dead.

Stupendous sex is a drug, addictive, consuming. I know from personal experience.

If I could be there with you, I would. A father should be with his son at such times." He swallowed audibly. "Lad," he said softly, "Give my love to Drustan and Gwen, but know you carry the bulk of it with you." Another pause. "I ken a da shouldn't have favorites, but—och, Dageus, my son, you were always mine.

I could get lost in pining for the way things used to be. Or I could adapt and learn to ride the changes like they do, with eagerness to see what the new day has in store and unquenchable lust for life, however it unfolds.

Arrogance, like anger, is often a fatal flaw.

Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber?

I'm asking for your help here, boss. You keep telling me to, and I'm asking." "I also said how you treat me is how I'll treat you.

Fuego para su frío, hielo para su fuego

Who doesn't know life is complicated? What I want to know is how to apply that to the nuts and bolts of my existence. Folks never tell you that part.

He dropped into an armchair near the fireplace and patted his thigh. "Bring your bonny self over here, wee English.

feet ahead, driving thousands of tiny, needlelike grains into our unprotected face, our eyes.

These folks seemed to think leeching the world of all color was cool. I decided they all must be deeply depressed.

If that was how he asserted his control, she might just have to challenge his authority more often.

The unlead are always fickle.

A part of him wanted to cram his reality down her throat, forcing her to accept him, with no excuses offered. A wiser part of him, the man he'd used to be, warned against such ruthlessness.

When one feels threatened, one clears the house before going to bed, but when one feels safe—a foolish thing to ever believe—one doesn't compulsively check all windows and doors, or is perhaps busy celebrating what one perceives as a victory over one's enemy. And that's precisely when the enemy strikes.

She's glowing again like she won some kind of prize instead of got picked by a class-A sociopath to be his disposable lube.

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell. We stand in front of those two possible apertures at all times; choose which one to go through.

Silence is the ultimate isolator.

Doona be 'duh'ing me, lass," he growled

There's really only one question: would you rather have died?" That's an easy one for me. I'd never rather that. Not under any circumstances. I'll take survival at any price. Always.

A panicked kill makes for a soured stew.