Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

It's today and we're free!

She's going to burn herself to ash if she doesn't find someone or something that takes her all the way down to ground zero and recharges her. She needs to crash as hard as she lives or she'll die young.

Immortality is immortality.

A Hunter-sized bowel movement on her head would go a long way toward making me feel better.

Wenching and drinking

Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you.

YOU ACCUSE ME OF ILLUSION. YOU—WITH YOUR ABSURD CONSTRUCT OF LINEAR TIME. YOU FASHION FOR YOURSELF A PRISON OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, AND CALENDARS. YOU RATTLE BARS FORGED OF HOURS AND DAYS, BUT YOU'VE PADLOCKED THE DOOR WITH PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. PUNY MINDS NEED PUNY CAVES.

She'll remember, when there's nothing else left of me worth remembering.

The smithy pondered, then flashed a puckish smile. "Adam Black.

Some people wouldn't see a traitor when they looked at me. Some people would see a survivor. Call me anything you like—I sleep fine at night. But you will look at me when you say it.

Everything isn't black and white like you want it to be.

I don't reply. Sometimes the most heroic action you can take looks a lot like inaction to the rest of the world. Sometimes the hardest, longest walk is the one the white-hat takes offstage.

My eyes are only for him.

You bloody fool, do you never stop to consider the consequences of your actions?" He barreled out of the mirror behind me. "Of course I do," I said coolly. "There's always plenty of time to consider the consequences. After I've screwed up.

My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like.

V'lane extends his hand when I don't move. "Come, we must speak privately." "Why?" "What subtle nuance of the word 'private' do you not understand?" "Probably the same subtle nuance of the word 'no' you never understand.

Why are you so pissed at me? It's not my fault who I am. The only thing that's my fault is what I choose to do with it.

If you can't fuck it, eat it, or use it for a weapon, kill it.

I narrowed my eyes. "Somehow I got the idea you were trying to help me. Guess I was wrong." "Help. Dangerous medicine." "How?" "Hard to gauge the right dose. Especially if there's more than one doctor." "Too much falsely inflates. Too little underprepares.

How many fucking people do you think I've watched die?" His silver eyes flashed crimson. "Over and over. That's what you do. You love them while you have them and when they're gone, you grieve. That's life. At least you had them for a while.

I had a sudden, unwanted appreciation of men. I had a problem I couldn't fix. But if I could create a manageable problem, like a fistfight, and kick the shit out of it, it sure would make me feel better for a while.

Use me, Lisa," he encouraged softly. "Take whatever you want.

I'll never forgive. I'll never forget.

Inwardly, Lisa glowed. She was smart in the fourteenth century.