Quotes About Karen Chance

Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.

I'm beginning to sense a theme," Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. "I believe there is only one thing to say at this point." What's that?" Yee haw," he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf.

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.

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

Mess with my weed again and I'll be informing Daddy that there was an early casualty on the mission." I saw him wince at my designation for Mircea and grinned.

This isn't sex." I blinked. "Oh. Then what is it?" "An emergency!" I started to argue and then thought twice about it. Considering what Mircea would do to Pritkin if he ever found out about this...Yeah. Emergency sounded good.

I have to fix this," I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. "If you want to help me, then help me. Don't shield me, don't protect me, don't bury me alive. Help me .

Oh yes. I was telling you about my research into the old Norse sagas- the mythology of ancient Scandinavia. Have you read them?" "Uh no." "You'd like them, Cassie." He waved the hand with the chalk in it. "All sex and violence." I frowned. "Why would you think that I'd-

So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the bed were real and would gut you.

The getup, sort of mad scientist meets Rambo, would have made me smile, except that I believe in showing respect for someone carrying that much hardware.

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.

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

I was hoping that the first time you expressed affection for me, it would not be in a room full of strangers. And that you would not have just said it to a sniveling creature like that Raymond!" "I expressed affection for Ray?" "Yes!" "Man, I really must be drunk." Louis-Cesare just looked at me. I blinked politely back, until I realized that he expected a response.

I rotated my eyeball—and, goddamnit, even that hurt—to see the leader of my bodyguards peering at me.

I tossed it on a pile with the coat, my stiff-with-cold jeans and the expensive scrap of silk that had been wedged up my ass for the past half hour.

Giving him the distinction of being the only human to be literally kicked out of hell.

I was the kind of gal who thought the nightgown drawer was where old T-shirts went to die and

I shifted back onto the plane, fuming, and a ghost popped in. That wouldn't normally require comment, as it happens to me all the time—one of the annoyances of being clairvoyant. But this was a little different since this ghost I knew.

Pritkin gave me a little shake and I eyed him without favor. The only other occasions when I had been dragged back in time, the trip had been triggered by proximity to a person whose past was being threatened. I have to tell you," I said frankly, "if someone is trying to mess with your conception or something, I'm not feeling a pressing need to intervene.

The most temptation I'd experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate's spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.