Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I remember the look on Barrons's face when I stumbled, horrified, down the stairs, great black wings trailing the risers, and he must have felt what happened, because he was rushing up the stairs to find me.

We fit together perfectly. Like we were carved from the same piece of wood, from the same tree.

I handled it carefully, aware of my heightened strength. I'd bent the door of the Maybach when I'd shut it too hard. Barrons was still pissed about it. Nobody likes a door-slammer, he'd growled.

when you can't forgive

He'd told me once that fear was more than a wasted emotion, it was the ultimate set of blinders; that if I couldn't face the truth of my reality, I could never control it, and would be subject to the wishes of anyone whose will was stronger than mine. He knew too well, from battling his own inner monster, what I've come to fathom only here and now. The most critical, defining battles we wage in life, we wage alone. Against ourselves. It

I'm confused, Ms. Lane. Is this cake for me, or for you?" Yeah, well, there was that. I'd been planning on eating a lot of it myself. I'd spared no expense. I could have downloaded forty-seven songs from iTunes instead. "They were out of black icing," I said dryly.

Things never stop going wrong. Life isn't about waiting for peace to arrive, it's about learning to thrive in the midst of war. There's always another one on the way.

He had the wild, true heart of a child, in the body of a jaded man. Intensely guarded, unless he chose to give it, yet once given, it was given completely. Without thought to his own survival.

When I lived at the abbey, Ro told me I have growing pains and that superheroes have them worse than most people.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

When a heart realized it loved was also, paradoxically, when a heart learned to fear most deeply.

Certain relics seemed to carry lingering traces of energy, the residue of the passionate lives of those who'd touched them.

tiny mortals tampering with chariots of the gods.

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for. <...> I may have been forced into this war, but I'm learning to choose my battles.<...> People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.

Doesn't anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is? I don't clean the restrooms anymore.

You love her," he said roughly. "That means you know her. When you love somebody you see inside them. Use your heart.

wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked. Well, Ms. Lane, you've got your precious memory back. Will you throw me away now?

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things. And no, I am not like any other player in this game and I will never be like V'lane, and I get a hard-on a great deal more often than occasionally.

Did she actually kill Alina? With her hands? A weapon?" "Why do you ask?" "Everything has degrees." "You think some ways of killing are better?" "I know they are." "Death is death!" "Agreed. But killing is not always murder.

Sun, moon and stars

He leaned fully against me and I gasped. "Sometimes it's over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all.

Figures I'd put more faith in the devil than any god.

Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars." If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.

I can find no words to say. I decide to use the ones I have.