Quotes from Gena Showalter

I had faith, and if I had faith I couldn't worry.

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?" (…) A sigh of longing. "To be honest, I wanted to be ruler of the entire world. Or the ruler's trophy wife.

My fur is silky, damn it.

Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

For gods' sake, Strider," Torin snapped. "Open your mouth and form some words. While you're at it, stop staring at the angel like he's a tasty treat.

I've seriously got to stop turning my girlfriends gay, but like I can really help it. It's my animal appeal.

Marcus: Cherry? Jillian: My ten-year-old niece. Marcus: She's named after a piece of fruit? Jillian nodded. Jillian: So is her twin sister, Apple. Marcus: You're kidding me. Jillian: Unfortunately, I'm serious. Their father is fond of fruit pies and thought it would be cute. Marcus: And their mother didn't protest? Jillian: She thinks Steven's cute, so she gives him whatever he wants.

Humans had a saying. Mess with the bull and get the horns. Well, Harpies had a saying, too. Mess with a Harpy and die.

We were just sitting on the bed, together, and you were just drinking from me, your mouth on my skin, and you didn't have any panties on? " "You mean you didn't look?

Sometimes there are good reasons to do bad things.

Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.

I've never cheated on a lover. I'm faithful, always. But the war comes before anyone's feelings. Every time." Wow. Battle before love. Without a doubt, he was the most unromantic male she'd ever met. Even more so than her great-grandfather, who had laughingly burned her great-grandmother to death after she'd given birth to Gwen's grandmother.

Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men—because she'd cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.

There was a pause, static, a muttered "Give me that," by an indignant female. Then the normally quiet reserved Ashlyn was demanding, "Did you just drunk dial my husband?" "Yes, ma'am," Strider said, and the other two finally burst into laughter.

People stared. Maybe because they were giants compared to everyone else, both in height and muscle mass. Maybe because of the telltale bulge of weapons at their waist. Or maybe because William opened a bag of Doritos and ate while he shopped. Hard to tell.

While Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace. "Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams.

Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more.

So...have you ever thought about dyeing your hair punk-rocker-chick black? As I'm sure you've heard, I have a thing for brunettes and always avoid blondes." "I've heard. And no." "Too bad. Because you're making me rethink my stance about doing my friends' exes." I snorted, not even trying to hide my...incredulity? Surely I wasn't amused. "Your making me rethink my stance on cold-blooded homicide

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed. - Kaia Skyhawk

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

Who is here with you?" "Don't stop," she begged. "Who is here with you?" he repeated, harshly this time. "You are." "What is my name?" "Reyes

Being with a man incapable of telling a lie – a whole lot of awesome. Being with a man who could taste when you lied – sucked the big one.

I hate this Gladiator shit," Sabin muttered. "Yes, well, where do you think the Romans learned from?" Sabin sputtered for a minute. "You're trying to tell me Harpies are responsible for this? That the Romans learned from them?" "I must try only if you are lacking intelligence.