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.— Karen Chance
The most perspective Karen Chance quotes that will add value to your life
Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.
He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly.
The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp’s plump little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.
He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird
I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back.
I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O.
Trash can!” Pritkin cursed and grabbed one, just about the time everything I’d eaten that night paid a repeat visit. Whiskey, pizza, milk shake, beer-and a lone, half-dissolved gummy bear, which was a surprise, since I couldn’t actually recall having eaten any. Fun times.
And why not?” “You know why! This is a bad idea.
” “Perhaps I like a challenge.” “Perhaps you’re a glutton for punishment!” “Perhaps I am in love.
Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.
You know, I was gutting this loser the other day, and I thought, It’d be more fun fighting that little dhampir. I wonder if she’s recovered yet. And here you are.” “Lucky me,” I said. Scarface grinned. “You know, I might even let you live. You’re funny.
No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.
The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.
Aw, fudge,' floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. 'You're a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?' I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. 'After five hundred years, you've read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.
You are nothing like Christine!" he said, in my face.
"She was a responsibility, a mistake I made when young and foolish, and from whom I came to believe I would never be free!" "Then what am I?" I challenged, staring up into blazing sapphire eyes. "A joy.
Take them off!” I told him, grabbing the front of his jeans.
“Take everything off!” “I’m trying!” “Try harder!
I was tops at the Scarlet O'Hara school of emotional distancing.
I always thought about the uncomfortable stuff tomorrow, and, as everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.
I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.
I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..] Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to be very protective of women,"he said thoughtfully. "You're a woman Dory." "Thank you for pointing that out. But I didn't think dhampirs qualified." Radu smirked. "It appears you've been upgraded.
The Lord Protector and his hair got off the elevator.
Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]
Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.
This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes
But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.
Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.
” I did a quick translation. “Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?” He grinned. “It sounds better in French.” Yeah, but did it taste better?
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.
He’s a war mage. They’re almost impossible to kill.” He scowled. “Even on purpose.
I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening.
That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he’d brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.
War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.
I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode... pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, I’d learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.
I looked up, but had to crane my head back, leaving the features above me wrong-side up. The clear green eyes were the same, and, unfortunately, so was the spiky blond hair. It didn’t look any better from this angle, I decided.
Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy
Dorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear.
The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?
I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.
I was alive, they were not. Go Me. (Touch the Dark)
When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?
I’d been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world.
You could say I'm on the troubleshooting squad.
" "Troubleshooting?" He put a hand on the back of his waistband. "I see trouble and I shoot it.
To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.
Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.
My lord...I can explain-," Louis-Cesare began, looking less than certain that he could do anything of the kind. Radu held up a hand. "I am sure there is a perfectly good reason why my niece is naked and tied to her bed. I am also equally certain that I do not wish to hear it".
One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.
Yes, but knee pants are so much more flattering.
You can see my legs." You want people to see your legs?" I have very nice legs!" We both paused to admire them for a moment.
Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious.
“My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.” “Then strip.” “I beg your pardon?” He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn’t possibly have heard right.
They-" He stopped and just blinked at me for a minute.
"You know, people are always saying that you're cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell 'em, no, she's okay. She's got some...anger management issues. But you know what? They're right. You're nuts.
A gentleman would have announced himself!” I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. “And a scoundrel would have joined you.” -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)
How did you hear about that?' 'Are you kidding me? So far, I had that runt Kyle-' 'I hate him. I hate all vamps. That complete toad, Michael-' '-tell me you were pregnant by a vamp-' 'kidnnaped me and-Kyle said WHAT?' 'and then a member of the Domi shows up and informs me-' 'The Domi sent someone HERE?' '-that you're actually pregnant by the late king of the Fey.' 'Late?!' Heidar squeaked.
They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?
Laura won’t hurt you,” I said, wrestling him for control.
“She’s one of the sweetest ghosts I ever met. She just likes to play.” “Yeah, I bet. With my bones, if I had any!” “She isn’t like that!” “Sure. ’Cause when the innocent little girl shows up in a horror flick, it’s always a good thing!
Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn’t seen me naked?” I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. “I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.