Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

This man would not kiss me as I like to be kissed but as he does. His way is too hard, demanding, dangerous. His way is not love. It is passion and it burns. Incinerates.

Why have you chosen to spare me?" "I want us to be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha.

Picture this: Two people are in a room. One's a sociopath, one's not. Who has the advantage? The sociopath. Because it knows it's a sociopath. The empath doesn't. The empath thinks they're playing by the same rules. They aren't. They aren't even playing the same game. There are no rules with a sociopath. There's only— DESIRE, LUST, GREED, AND THE PATH WE CHOOSE TO SUPREMACY.

Och, and there's your Scots blood, lass," he said with a faint smile. "A fine bit o' temper too.

Dude, we're talking immortality. There ain't no price too high!

Don't leave me." "I'm not, Mac." "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

You'll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be 'just' a wave.

Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

Curious lass, aren't you? I suspect it oft gets the best of you.

you don't love anyone either. An argument could be made that you only ever do one of three things to the people closest to you: make enemies of them, kill the people they love, or get them killed. Careful. You're on thinner ice than you've ever been with me.

I was wrong. I wasn't poised between stupid and testing my limits. Miles of uncharted stupid stretched on both sides of the line on which I stood.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

When I was in high school, I used to hate that Sylvia Plath poem where she talked about knowing the bottom, that she knew it with her great taproot and that it was what everybody else feared, but she didn't, because she'd been there. I still hate it. But I get it now.

There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.

There's no place on Earth, feck, there's no place in all of heaven or hell that they'll ever be safe from me again!

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.

There are a few things a hunting man can't do without. His bloodhound is one of them.

a chain reaction of five-year-olds vomiting

His eyes. She got lost in them for a long moment, wondering how she could have ever thought them tiger-gold. They were the color of dark whisky. And filled with some emotion. She stared. Something like … Despair?

For something so soft, she takes her fucking hard, with a twist. I taste her. I could eat her alive. She closes her mouth on my dick. I close my hands on her head. I might not let her go. Slick with sweat, I defile her with reverence. Or revere her with defilement. Every. Inch. Of. Her. Motherfuckingfinebody.

Decide, Ms. Lane," Barrons said, behind me. "Choose," V'lane agreed. "Go to hell, both of you! New world. New rules. New me. Don't call me. I'll call you.

Ritual numbs the brain. Repetition is grass for sheep.

I take a being and make its molecules rest. How is that not creation? It was one thing and is another. Once it ate, now it is eaten. Did I not create sustenance for another with its new state? Can there be any act of creation that does not first destroy? Villages fall. Cities rise. Humans die. Life springs from the soil wherein they lie. Is not any act of destruction, should time enough pass, an act of creation?" Conversations with Sinsar Dubh, Shadowfever - K.M.Moning

You look at the world, assess your odds of survival in light of current circumstances, and choose the course that offers the best chance for whatever it is you want.