If you like him, I like him. If you hate him, I hate him. But I think he loves you and that’s all any mother could hope for.
If they try, I’ll eat them first.
If I were on my own, packing some power, and for some reason not wanting to be found, I might lay low for a while. But I’d know sooner or later I’d have to come out and play, because whoever’s looking...
I'm sorry about the dinner.Best date ever. Well, until people died and vampires showed up. But before that it was awesome.
I'm in a Disney movie. - Augustine
I'm a substitute mom.You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.
I want in, the boy said.In on what?You’re the Hunter. You’re hunting the slavers. I want in.And how would you know that? If someone had opened their mouth, he would be really put out.Jack gave a one-s...
I stopped the blade two inches before it touched Andrea’s neck. Because she was my best friend, and sticking knives into your best friend’s windpipe was generally considered to be a social faux pas.
I refuse to be defined by which functions my body can or cannot perform well. Quite frankly, I’m more than the sum of my physical parts. I’ve come to terms with my new life and achieved personal happi...
I pulled Slayer from its sheath and pushed the door open with my fingertips. It swung soundlessly on well-greased hinges. Through the hallway, I saw the living room lamp glowing with soothing yellow l...
I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.
I looked at his face and saw the decisive thrust of the adolescent jaw. No intelligent life there.
I learned that sometimes what you go looking for isn’t as important as what you leave behind. My
I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack.
I gave him my best cryptic smile.He grimaced. What have you found out? he asked.I’m not at liberty to tell you that. Not with the Pack suspect.He leaned forward more, letting the moonlight fall on his...
I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.
I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer. Since
I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s a sword made out of your grandmother’s bones, Kate. I shrugged.
I could’ve fallen for someone steady. Dependable. Well-grounded. But nooo, I had to lose my head over this idiot. Curran
I could have fixed almost everything else, but death defeated me every time.