The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka.To Zacharov! one toasts.To open hearts an...
The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
The big question of vampires, the question that hunts governments and individuals alike, the question that bug me every night when I see their red eyes watching citizens of Coldtown the ways hungry ca...
So I am to sit here and feed you information, Cardan says, leaning against a hickory tree. And you’re to go charm royalty? That seems entirely backward.I fix him with a look. I can be charming. I char...
No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.
Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth... Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her ent...
It’s funny how you get under his skin.At first, I’m not sure I heard him right. I almost ask whom he’s talking about, because I can’t quite believe he’s admitting that high and mighty Cardan is affect...
It's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds.Don't, I warn him.He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedles...
It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no.
In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.
I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and...
I try not to be too conscious of his long fingers tracing over the paper, of the sick thrill I get when he looks at me.
His mouth curls into a smile. His eyes shine with wicked intent. Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is.
He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. For a moment, he says, I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.I make a face at him. And what made you decid...
Beinginfected, being a vampire, it’ s always you. Maybe it’ s more you than ever before. It’ s you as youalways were, deep down inside.
All friendships are negotiations of power.
Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.