Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.
Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.
It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.
It is a very natural human trait to destroy that which frightens us.
If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.
I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.
I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you...
I had a moment to visualize Larry out in the dark all alone, unarmed except for his cross. The thought made my skin cold. I opened my mouth to yell at him and closed it. Never dress anyone down in pub...
Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities.
He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.
For whatever reason, I made the Goblin Queen nervous. Kurag had proposed marriage once upon a time, but I think it was desire for sidhe magic in the goblin bloodline more than true desire for me. Oh,...
Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?
At least I'm not dead.That can be remedied.Jean-Claude & Richard
Because everything worth having hurts.
For me the Anita series is built like a mystery series, which means that as much as possible each book stands alone, so you have a mystery to solve from the beginning to the end of the book.
Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have can be--Sholto
It's better to be loved than feared, but if you can't be loved, then fear will do.-Dino quoting Machiavelli
I prayed as we walked up the hill. I prayed and felt a measure of calm return. No visions. No angels singing. But a feeling of peace flowed over me. Ii took a deep breath, and something hard and tight...
I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.
Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated