Quotes from Karen Chance

What?" I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped only one of them.

When we'd started working together, I'd assumed it would be a question of putting up with Pritkin; then suddenly the stupid hair was making me smile, and the sporadic heroics were making my heart jump and the constant bitching had me wanting to kiss him quiet.

The guy appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Zere is no more bread," he confessed tragically, like someone admitting witchcraft to the Inquisition.

My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.

I'd been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world.

Look," I said, trying to reason with him despite extensive experience that this rarely worked. "This isn't a great time. I have my inauguration—" "Coronation." "—coming up

Any day that starts off in a demon-filled bar in a casino designed to look like Hell isn't likely to turn out well.

It's beautiful, dulcea??," he said, his tone awed. "Do you see? Beautiful." "What is?" "The snow. The night." His arms tightened. "You." I eyed him warily. "Thanks?

Halfway through, I decided that if I survived this, I was going to kill him. It wouldn't be easy, him being a master vamp and all, but I would find a way.

Like Claire said, there were other things to hunt and most of them were much less likely to hunt me back. But there was nothing that made my blood sing, my senses reel, my heart pound quite like chasing my natural prey. Except maybe fucking it.

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it." I was actually terrified that I already meant it. A guy might just be a keeper who hears your cry for help in his head. And comes into a den of thieves to get you out. And then holds your hair while you throw up for ten minutes.

I lay in the middle of an orgy-sized bed without the orgy, or anybody for company except a butterfly flirting with the sheers over the window.

I didn't know how men managed with something taking up so much room down there. And what the hell kind of design left a person's privates dangling loose in the air and changing sizes all the time?

Tony wanted to kill me, the Senate wanted to make me their stooge, and, oh, yeah, I'd also managed to piss off the mages. What can I say? I'm an overachiever.

Can you repeat that pickup line for me?" I heard one of the vamps ask. "I want to write it down. Something about the usual?

He was an enigma, John Pritkin: a mad scientist with gun calluses and old scars and even more secrets than me.

Pemphredo had been about to crawl off, but at that she came back and settled down, brushing off her filthy shorts. Deino crossed her legs. Enyo stopped picking at her fingernails with a knife and put it politely away. I kind of felt like I should be serving tea.

It didn't matter what my heart said, I reminded myself. My heart told me stupid stuff all the time. My heart should just shut the hell up.

There was a time when you trusted me with your life!" "And there was a time when you used your brain instead of blindly following orders

Oh, shiiiiiiit!" "Is that really your name?" Pritkin demanded as we crawled up onto the shore some time later. "Oh, shit?" "It's more the story ofy life," I said miserably. And then I passed out.

My nose was running, I couldn't see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.

Round-the-clock security meant that some of them got stuck on the day shift, which was hard on vampires. At least I assumed that was why, after a week or two, they started looking a little peaked.

The result was enough noise to wake the dead, one of whom started hammering on the bathroom door. "Miss Palmer. Are you all right?

He leaned over and removed the lid, and some really wonderful smells steamed out. But I wasn't going to get excited, not this time, because it was probably Bambi in shallots or Nemo with fennel or—