Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.

Hey, I thought you wanted to know about the Sinsar Dubh!" I was so startled by his abrupt departure that I spoke without thinking. I regretted it immediately. I had no idea where Vlane had gone, or why he"d disappeared so suddenly, but I decided Id be wise to do the same myself. Before I could move, a hand closed on my shoulder. "I do, Ms. Lane," Barrons said grimly. "But first I"d like to know what the fuck you were doing kissing him.

He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

Turn it off," Ryodan says without even looking at me. "You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Nightfall. "What a strange word. 'Night' I get. But 'fall' is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn't fall here. It comes slamming down.

Unbelievable," I heard Christian mutter behind me. "She toops them both?" I head Drustan ask. "And they permit it?" Dageus sounded baffled. I looked between V'lane and Barrons. "This isn't even about me." "You're wrong about that." Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "You know how to find me if you want me." He was walking away. "More nifty acronyms?" He was gone.

Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.

I look down. Ryodan's dick is as big as mine. "Why the bloody hell don't you wear underwear?" To an Unseelie prince, an exposed male dick is a call to battle. "They chafe. Too small and confining." "Fuck you," I say.

Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.

The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.

I figure the folks that are the most interesting get to go to heaven. I mean, if I was God, that's who I'd want there with me ... I'd rather be a superhero in hell than an angel in heaven. What the feck would I do all day if I wasn't kicking demon ass?

What are you?" I said irritably. "In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I'm stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don't apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.

You could ask me to teach you." "Huh?" This night is getting weird in a hurry. "Teach me like you're teaching a class or something? What are you going to call it: 'You Too Can Be a Sociopath 101'?" "It would be more like a graduate-level class." I start to snicker. His sense of humour sneaks up on you. Then I remember who's talking and bite it off.

I began to cry. Barrons looked horrified. "Stop that immediately, Ms. Lane." "I can't." I sniffeled into my cup pf cocoa so he couldn't see my face. "Try harder!" I gave a great sniff and shudder, and turned it off. "I have not been her lover for...some time," he offered, watching me carefully. "Oh, get over yourself!

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.

Silver eyes met hers and locked. "I didn't like Dani." "At least you're consistent," she said coolly. His silver eyes were ice. "I loved her.

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.

You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man." "Screw you, Barrons." "I'm not that man, either.