Quotes About Kelley Armstrong

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I'd like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects.

So do all animals react that way to you? I know you said rats steer clear. Most do. They see a human, but they smell someting else. It confuses them. Canines are the worst, though. He paused. No, cats are the worst. I really don't like cats. I laughed.

Don't talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all. I wondered whether they had books about his sort of thing. Fifty Ways to Tell the Living from the Dead Before You Wind Up in a Padded Room. Yep, I'm sure the library carried that one.

I didn't need to be rescued. Sorry, but my sword outranks your… she glanced at my hand, sock puppet.

Did you use a chainsaw? Joey said. I seem to recall you like chainsawa. There wasn't a power outlet. Clay turned to me. That's what I want for Father's Day, darling. A gas powered chainsaw.

I'm just saying it's not time for that either. We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe is making everyone uncomfortable. Rafe grinned. Doesn't bother me.

Umm, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you suppose to be dead? Currently being chased by two Cabals? You're waltzing around Vancouver, eating in restaurants? (Ash) Hell no, Corey said. I never waltz. I do the fox-trot sometimes though.

He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that? The corners of his mouth twitched. She doesn't like you very much, does she?

You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath. ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten

Let's just say that being able to contact ghosts makes for some very interesting ménages á trios… and ménages á quartre, and ménages á … whatever five is in French. ~Jaime Vegas

T'oublies un truc, cherie. C'est moi, le psychopathe du coin. - Clay Danvers

Yes, you're sleeping in my apartment," I said. "On my sofa. It was an exciting night, but not that exciting. I'd really hope you'd remember if it had been.

Between Ricky's charm and persuasion and Gabriel's lock picking and sleight of hand, if I took enough lessons, I could become a first-rate private eye. Or a master criminal.

I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.

Note to clients, quicklime is a preservative, not a corrosive.

What the hell is that? I jumped and glanced over to see Kristof staring at Grady, who was waving his arms, rolling his eyes, shaking and moaning. I think he's possessed, I said. By what? Epilepsy?

I'd seriously contemplated a real collar - a sparkly green one - if only because I was sure it would offend his dignity.

Cwn Annwn," I said. "I think I'm finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels.

Yeah, I know. These days, weird is my life. I should get that on a T-shirt.

Preferirei chiedere un passaggio allo psicopatico del villaggio. Clay ha ghignato di nuovo. Dimentichi che sono io lo psicopatico del villaggio, darling .

If the Romans could have fortified their cities the way the human brain fortifies itself, we'd still be wearing togas.

Don't apologize. I wasn't- Not in words, but it was clear from your tone. Apology suggests that you are keeping me from doing what I need to do, which implies I am somehow powerless to do otherwise. It's a choice, Olivia.