Quotes from Marjorie M. Liu

We're all the same inside the cage. When they put the collars on us.

Of course? He told you that he was sent to kill your ass, and you're still with him?" "For the record," M'cal said, "I did try to convince her to leave me." "You must not have tried very hard.

Too bad people don't rebuild themselves so easily.

Power is transient. Power can flow from one person to another. The most powerful person in a room isn't the wealthiest or the one with the most connections. It's the person who believes the strongest, the one who has the most confidence. And, sometimes, it's the person who can make everyone else feel like less of themselves.

Only she who trusts nothing can know real peace.

I was a spy. I was trusted. Until I changed sides. Funny how that happens. I gave up one country for another. One country for an ideal. I didn't think of it that way at the time. Call me crazy. But I just wanted to be free.

You must always have a safe place to go. That is the first thing you learn. Though you should know that by instinct, before anyone has to teach you. It isn't just spies that need to run. Good times don't last forever.

I should have known this would happen. But I got happy, and soft. I forgot that secrets never keep.

I outlived all the men who raised me. I stayed young while they faded, and died from bullets and disease. Or old age. You forget so much. You forget them. Friends. Family. You put aside what can't be changed. Like death. Until something small and unexpected catches you.

I raised an eyebrow. "I've told you not to talk to hairy strangers, right?" "Define hairy," Byron said, but there was a rare faint smile on his face, and I almost smiled back.

Stick close to the shelter for the next couple days, okay? If you decide to go running around, find me first. Find Grant. But don't go out by yourself. Got it?" Byron frowned. "No. Why?" Because someone shot me in the head this morning, and he might know you're a weakness of mine . But all I said was, "Perverts." "Perverts," he said, giving me a piercing look. "Right.

I was security. A good right hook. A thousand yard stare.

I whispered, "And here I was thinking of running off with him." A grim smile touched Grant's mouth. "You could try. But then I'd have to drag you back.

I found a number and hit the call button. Heard ringing, a click. "Greetings, Franco," said a smooth male voice. "Is it done?" Fuck no, and fuck you , I almost said, and hung up.

He fell on his side with a sigh and flicked away the thong underwear with both idle curiosity and distaste. "And how good to leave us this slingshot with which to hunt for our dinner." "Yes," I said dryly. "I'll go now and take down a deer with it.

I flexed my hands, trying to muster the darkness within my heart--wondering, briefly, what it took to get a girl in the mood for murder.

I met his gaze, but nothing else needed to be said. We both knew we were fucked.

I had begun to keep a journal. Not for myself, but for the future. My bloodline. Every Hunter kept a record, meant to inspire and teach from beyond the grave. I felt sorry for the kid who inherited mine.

He stared at me and the unconscious priest at my feet. "Hey," I said awkwardly, unable to imagine what he was thinking. Don't do this when you grow up , I wanted to tell him. Don't be like me .

I tried my best, but she pulled ahead, and I was loath to shout after her. Instead, I practiced throwing rude and unflattering thoughts in her direction. Killy glanced over her shoulder at me, and her pace slowed to a very fast walk.

We always hit the bookstores & libraries in every city and small town, and I learned to tell a lot about a place by the kinds of books that were carried, or the attention given a library. The best I had ever seen was in NYC. The worst in Paoli, Indiana.

There are miracles, Maxine. Even in death, and betrayal, and grief—there are still miracles. Cling to that, cling to hope. No matter how terrible things get, or how helpless you feel. Hope is what will save you, again and again. So get up. Get up off that floor where I found you. Fight, Maxine. Fight for your life. Fight for other lives that haven't been born. Fight for your hope. Fight for your heart. You'll find a miracle if you do. I promise.

You still have me , I heard inside my head; his deep, soft voice. No matter what. And I have you.

You're my wife," he replied, but behind those words, in his eyes, I knew what that really meant was, You're my friend, and I love you. The