K.C. Dyer > Quotes

“Some people hit the bar. Some throw themselves into their work. Some just leap into the arms of the first non-homicidal-looking person they find. Me? I go to the bookstore.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“Nothing like a cuddly racist to make a person feel better about herself.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“There’s a romance writing group near here in Erie, and let me just say—we’ve been called out to a few of their parties.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“He narrowed his eyes at me, pushed out of the booth and stomped over to the cash desk where Ash had returned and was playing a game on his mobile phone.

"Sorry, sir," he echoed, dead-pan, and then added: "She is the owner."

He dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "And she's righ' crazy, so I wouldn't mess with her. She stabbed someone with a plastic fork just last week."

"A--a plastic fork?" the man said, looking over at me nervously.

"Yeah, and you would not believe the mess. A carving knife woulda made cleaner work of it."

The man slapped a few coins on the counter near the cash and, clutching the remains of his paper, dashed out the door.

"Thanks, Ash," I said, absently.

"No probs," he said. "Chasing zombies on my phone--fair inspirational, aye?”
― K.C. Dyer

“An incredulous look spread across his face. "Fer fook's sake, Emma--don't tell me ye haven't done the nasty, yet? What's the matter wi' yeh?"

I punched him in the arm. "Shut up," I hissed. "I have no intention of discussing this with you. You're--You're just a child!"

I stomped back into the kitchen.

"A child who's plainly gettin' more than you," he yelled after me.”
― K.C. Dyer

“He is no man,” she snarled. “He is merely a character! The truth, no matter how you cut it, is that Jamie Fraser may have made a good lad in a story, but he never existed.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“You use Scotch to make butter?" I said. "Is it an old family recipe or something?”
― K.C. Dyer

“NOTHING was as discouraging as seeing the buff guy in the kilt coming toward me along the top of that hotel bar. His skin was spray-tanned to a shade of orange that matched the leather of his sporran. He’d leapt onto the bar like it was nothing, and strode the full length in a cloud of baby oil scent so thick it even cut through the smell of beer in the air. He wore nothing but a tiny kilt that I’m quite sure no self-respecting Scotsman would blow his nose into, and a plaid tam atop a vivid orange wig. I think my heart broke a little at the sight of that wig. The stripper pranced down the bar, jig-stepping over glasses to the sound of an electro-bagpipe drone.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“If stone circle begins to hum——run!”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“You’ll love Philadelphia,” she said. “But watch out for the ladies who are putting on your shin-dig. There’s a romance writing group near here in Erie, and let me just say—we’ve been called out to a few of their parties. Some of those chicks are decently hard-core.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“the problem of my winded panting by holding my”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“Besides, the wine was in a box. Juice comes in a box and people drink juice at two in the afternoon all the time.”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser

“conversation”
― K.C. Dyer, Finding Fraser