Quotes from Linda Howard

She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...

Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. What are you waiting for? she breathed. For you, he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever.

Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.

the massive doors found in hospital rooms. It seemed

Do you want romantic? I can try. I'm more of a see-it, want-it, go-for-it type of guy, and I did: see you, want you, go for you." Her

What modesty she'd had was quickly abused; a hospital wasn't the place for privacy, of any kind.

Let's just say that, where Faith is concerned, I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock is my family, and the hard place—" he looked around with a sort of angry amusement in his eyes "—is in my pants.

because there may be a few coincidences in life, but none in crime. Everything has a motive.

She smiled in the darkness. "It is a magic dick," she teased, hoping she could get a laugh out of him. "No magic involved. It's just angles and self-control, honey, angles and self-control. But you can think I have a magic dick as long as you want to.

He smiled, his red lips stretching over his teeth, and he said, 'Hello, Mother'.

If flying meant that much to him, how had it felt to set himself a course that would deny him what he wanted most?

Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.

When your feet hit the floor every morning, I'll bet the devil shudders and says 'Oh shit, she's awake!

People who knew shit were invaluable in every organization, no matter how large, or how small.

He had to give it to nature, to the universe: it kicked ass.

What could have happened to make a man look like that, as if he believed in nothing, trusted no one, and had nothing left of any value to himself except, perhaps, his own life—and that was only a "perhaps." Yet he was still only a man, for all his dangerousness. He was tired and ill, and

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that! she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. Why? Is there some human law against it?

He was different from every other man she knew. He was capable of loving; he was at once a laughing daredevil and a hard-hitting businessman. But most of all, he needed her. Other patients had needed her, but only as a therapist. Blake needed her, the woman she was, because only her personal strengths had enabled her to help him with her trained skills and knowledge. She couldn't remember anyone ever needing her before.

Hurry, Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it. Death is coming Death is coming for us. With a click, the call disconnected.

Sometimes there was a difference between the law and justice, and sometimes justice had to step outside the law. The proof of that, he thought just before he fell asleep, was that he didn't work for the Department of Law; he worked for the Department of Justice…and Justice had been served.

I'll be on another case soon. You won't need me anymore. You'll be walking, though I think you should wait a while before climbing another mountain. You're my therapist, Blake snapped. Dione gave a little laugh. For months you've depended on me more than any other person in your life. Your perspective is distorted now. Believe me, by the time I've been gone a month, you won't even think about me. 'Do you mean you'd just turn your back on me and walk away? he asked disbelievingly.

So it isn't that the act is awful, but sometimes the man is. Exactly. One's modesty is useless and it's painfully intimate, but not awful. She took a deep breath. The opposite, in fact.

An accident of birth had signed her death warrant. He could mark her name off his to-do list.

Odio la química. No había sido capaz de salir en serio con nadie más en estos dos años por culpa de la estúpida química.