Quotes from Nancy Holder

Witches, wolves, and moral friend There is horror that does not end War is waged and battles fought But have you stopped to count the cost? We are the ones backed by right We must strike with bold and might The cursed ones blamless be Warm them of the Hunters you see

As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one's own self had come into being. There was no shame in awe; there was exaltation. ("Cafe Endless: Spring Rain")

There is a moment after death when things can go one of several ways, when souls can mingle and reunite-or be forever parted. Fate throws the bones, and hearts are mended, or shattered. What tips the balance in one's favor? Is it Mercy, or Grace, or Justice-the names of the three brightest angels? Or is it Love, the name of the One True Being?

I hear it" Antonio whispered. "I hear you wanting . That's your heart. That's life. That's being alive.

Don't you feel more than one thing at a time? That's what insanity is, trying to feel one way. That's why it feels good to go crazy. Or to be addicted. It's so much easier than feeling several things at once. -Miles

The mad head of the house was rotting, and night was dragging her wings across the moon, tracing filigree on the floors. In the attic, more black moths were dancing because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry. For the butterfly.

But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

A shadow? Oh, darling, all that lives in this house are shadows and reflections and creaks and groans. So you'd better soothe that boundless imagination of yours from now on." Edith

Well, I like him. There's a darkness to him. But does he make it all the way through?" She shrugged. "It's entirely up to him." "What do you mean?" He smiled quizzically at her. "Characters talk to you. Transform. Make choices," she replied. "Choices," he echoed. "Of who they become.

Seek and destroy, hunt and find We will kill all their kind They will beg and they will plead As we drink their blood with mead

Is it a good life or a bad one? The answer doesn't matter. It's the only life we have.

Sweetly, he cupped her cheek and very slowly and deliberately pushed down the bodice of her blouse just a little. She laughed. They kissed. Kissed harder. The warmth between them heated, then blazed—the greatest gift of the Goddess—as Holgar tore off her clothes and—

I now pronounce yo a mated pair," the cardinal said, clearly pleased with himself over the phrase. There was an expectant pause while everyone waited for the line that he'd clearly forgotten. "Better kiss her quick, wolfie," Jamie teased gently. Holgar swept Skye up in his arms, and she squealed with joy as they kissed.

The fly that should be dead and the dog that should be dead in the house that should be dead, and the bride, who would be dead soon. It watched approvingly, appreciating the complexities—and fragilities—of life.