Quotes from Karen Chance

Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He'd washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.

You could say I'm on the troubleshooting squad." "Troubleshooting?" He put a hand on the back of his waistband. "I see trouble and I shoot it.

You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, not at all. I regularly battle gods for women I dislike!

I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de's little gift, I assumed. "You look better in color," I snapped. He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. "Really? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.

I'm driving," Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he'd done it a hundred times. "You're drunk." I wished. "I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content." "If you needed water, why didn't you drink water?" "I don't like water.

Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.'What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in?' He swallowed hard. 'Hell, that was just a warm-up.

If I'd had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn't allow me even a tiny chance of escape.

I moved to assist, but never got the chance. there was some pretty violent banging for a minute, and then a tearing sound. Finally the stall door flew open, and Ray's shirtless body emerged and started bitch-slapping everything in sight. His aim was off, probably due to the difficulty of having his eyes on the other side of the room, but he made up for it with sheer determination.

Who is this Marlowe guy anyway? He's an ass. Threw him out. Threatened to have Ysmi sit on him if he returned. Why are there two severed heads rolling around the house? Cats tried to eat one. Mostly prevented. Headless guy is in hallway broom closet with head that I think is his.

Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. "My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them." "Then strip." "I beg your pardon?" He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn't possibly have heard right.

What do you know about racing?" Ronnie asked, curious. He looked fascinated, like a scientist confronted by a strange new species: dontgivadamnus from the phylum couldntcareless .

But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.

More worryingly, my baby fangs were out, which usually happened only when I was perilously close to tipping over into Mr. Hyde territory. I quickly drew them back in. It didn't help much. I still looked like Dracula's daughter. Which was completely unfair, since he'd only been an uncle.

I didn't eat." "What difference does that make?" "I'm not like you. I can't recharge by feeding off someone. I need food." "I know that! When was the last time you ate?" "Yesterday." "Yester--why the hell didn't you eat?" "We had to go buy condoms, remember?" "And you couldn't grab a sandwich on the way out?" he said hysterically. "I'm gonna die because you couldn't grab a sandwich?

I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.

And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall. "I'm dirty," I protested. He waggled his eyebrows. "Promise?" "Mircea!" I laughed in spite of myself…

When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.

They'll have to eat first. And by the time they're finished, you'll be back." "With the condoms." "Right." "For the giant orgy you're convinced we're about to have in the backyard." "Dory! Just go!" "I'll go with," Ray said, getting up. "I need a snack." Which was how I ended up condom shopping with a vampire.

All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me," I said heatedly. The beetle's lips twisted enough to show fang. "Doesn't everyone?" Radu hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp's plump little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.

Aw, fudge,' floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. 'You're a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?' I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. 'After five hundred years, you've read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.

I'd never known that anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.

Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn't seen me naked?" I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. "I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.

Let Daddy help.