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  • #1
    Kelley Armstrong
    “I'm behind you." I spun to see Derek. "I can't win," he said. "You're as skittish as a kitten.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #2
    Kelley Armstrong
    “Finally, I sat up. "So, I suppose you should do something, wolfie. Hunt maybe?"
    A grunt, the tone saying no.
    "Run? Get some exercise?"
    Another grunt, less decisive, more like a maybe.
    He pushed to his feet, wobbly, still adjusting to his new center of gravity. He gingerly moved one fore paw, then the next, one rear paw, then the other. He picked up the pace, but still slow as he circled the clearing. A snort, like he'd figured it out, and broke into a lope, stumbled and plowed muzzle first into the undergrowth.
    I stifled a laugh, but not very well, and he glowered at me.
    "Forget running, a nice, leisurely stroll might be more your speed."
    He snorted and turned fast. When I fell back, he gave a growling chuckle.
    "Still cant resist throwing your weight around, can you?”
    Kelley Armstrong

  • #3
    Kelley Armstrong
    “Not easy when you can't talk, is it?" I grinned. "Well, not easy for you but I could get used to it."
    He grumbled, but I could see relif in his eyes, like he was glad to see me smile.
    "SO i was right, wasn't I? It's still youm even in wolf form."
    He grunted.
    "No sudden uncontrollable urges to go kill something?"
    He rolled his eyes.
    "Hey, you're the one who was worried." I paused. "And i don't smell like dinner, right?"
    I got a real look for that one.
    "Just covering all the bases."
    He gave a rumbling groul, like a chuckle, and settled in, lowering his head to his front paws, gaze on me. I tried to get comfortable, but the ground was ice-cold through his swearshirt, and i was wearing only my new pajamas, a light jacket, and sneakers.
    Seeing me shiver, he stretched a front leg toward the swearshirt, pawing the edge and snarling when he realized he couldnt grab it.
    "The lack of opposanle thumbs is going to take some getting used to, huh?"
    He motioned me closer with his muzzel. When I pretended not to understand, he twisted and gingerly took the hem of the swearshirt between his teeth, lips curled in discust as he tugged it.
    "Okay, okay. I'm just trying not to croud you."
    That wasnt the only reason i was uncomfortanle getting too cozy with him now, but he just grunted, again seeming to say it was fine. i moved over beside himm. He shifted, his torso making a partial wind block, the boddy heat from the change still blasting like a furnace.
    He grunted.
    "Yes, thats better.thanks. now get some rest."
    i had no idea what would happen now. i doubted derek did either. he'd been focused on getting through the change. what i did know was that this was only half the process. he had to change back, and he'd need time and rest for that.
    and how would it happen? did he have to wait until his body was ready, like he did with the change to a wolf? how long would that be?hours?days?
    Feeling his gaze on me, i forced a smile and pushed back my worries. it would be okat. he could change. that was the important thing.
    when i relaxed, he shifted closer, fur brushing my hand. i tentatively touched it, feeling the coarse top layer and soft undercoar. he leaned against my hand, as if to sat it was okaym and i buried my hand in his fur, his skin so hot from the change it was like putting my numb hands on a radiator. my cool fingers must have felt just as good, because he closed his eyes and shifte until i was leaning on him. within minutes he was asleep.
    i closed my eyes, meaning to rest for just a moment, but the next thing i knew, i was waking up, curled on my side, using derek as a pillow. i jumped. he looked over at me.
    "S-sorry, I didn't mean-"
    He cut me short with a growl, telling me off for apologizing.”
    Kelley Armstrong

  • #4
    Kelley Armstrong
    “He balled up my discarded
    sweatshirt and put it against his shoulder.
    “Go on,” he said. “I don’t bite.”
    “And from what I hear, that’s a good thing.”
    He gave a rumbling chuckle. “Yeah, it is.”
    I leaned against his shoulder.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Awakening

  • #5
    Kelley Armstrong
    “Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Awakening

  • #6
    Kelley Armstrong
    “Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #7
    Kelley Armstrong
    “And now we can't," I said. "Which sucks, but the main thing is that your dad's alive."
    He smiled, hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug.
    Then he jumped, chair swiveling so fast I nearly went flying. I heard footsteps in the hall and I scrambled off his lap just as Simon swung in, breathing heavily, like he'd come running.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

  • #8
    Kelley Armstrong
    “He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet.
    "Bad Chloe,” I muttered.
    "What?”
    I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe.” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put
    out my hand. “Get it over with.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Awakening

  • #9
    Kelley Armstrong
    “You saw a ghost, didn't you?" he said.
    To my relief, I managed to laugh. "Hate to break it to you, but
    there's no such thing as ghosts."
    Huh."
    His gaze traveled around the laundry room, like a cop searching
    for an escaped convict. When he turned that
    piercing look on me, its intensity sucked the backbone out of me.
    What do you see, Chloe?"
    I -I-I don't s-s-s-"
    Slow down." He snapped the words, impatient. "What do they
    look like? Do they talk to you?"
    You really want to know?"
    Yeah."
    I chewed my lip, then lifted onto my tiptoes. He bent to listen.
    They wear white sheets with big eye holes. And they say 'Boo!'" I
    glowered up at him. "Now get out of my
    way."
    I expected him tosneer. Cross his arms and say, Make me, little girl.His lips twitched and I steeled myself, then I realized he was smiling.Laughing at me.
    He stepped aside. I swept past him to the stairs.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #10
    Kelley Armstrong
    “You were just worried about me."
    An exhale, relieved that I had understood. "Yeah"
    I turned. "Because you think I'm worth it"
    He put his fingers under my chin. "I absolutely think your worth it."
    "But you don't think you are."
    His mouth opened. Shut.
    "That's what this is about, Derek. You won't let us worry about you because you don't think you're worth it. But I do. I absolutely do.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

  • #11
    Kelley Armstrong
    “Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #12
    Kelley Armstrong
    “When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I’d like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects. ”
    Kelley Armstrong, Stolen

  • #13
    Seanan McGuire
    “Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying.
    Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.”
    Seanan McGuire, An Artificial Night

  • #14
    Patricia Briggs
    “His heart's occupied elsewhere," said Ben from behind me. "And even if it weren't he's not interested in your kind. But, I'm available and ready."
    "You don't have a heart," I told him. "Just a gaping hole where it should have been."
    "All the more reason for you to give me yours."
    I pounded my forehead against Warren 's back. "Tell me Ben's not flirting with me."
    "Hey," said Ben sounding hurt. "I was talking cannibalism, not romance.”
    Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound

  • #15
    Patricia Briggs
    “You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?”
    “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?”
    Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound

  • #16
    Patricia Briggs
    “I knew he would never leave me, never let me down-because the man had never abandoned anything in his long life. If I hadn’t taken the gold rope of our bond, I knew Adam would have sat on me and hog-tied me with it. I liked that. A lot.”
    Patricia Briggs, Silver Borne

  • #17
    Patricia Briggs
    “Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.”
    Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

  • #18
    Patricia Briggs
    “Mine, ... Mine is what she is. ”
    Patricia Briggs, Silver Borne

  • #19
    Patricia Briggs
    “MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.”
    Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

  • #20
    Kelley Armstrong
    “He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #21
    Kelley Armstrong
    “He pivoted, gaze following me as I crossed to the shower and turned on the cold water, so it would drown out our conversation without steaming up the room.
    Great," he muttered."Now they're going to think we're showering together. Maybe we can just tell them we were washing off the crawl space dirt and trying to conserve water.”
    Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

  • #22
    Patricia Briggs
    “Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.”
    Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

  • #23
    Patricia Briggs
    “Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.”
    Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

  • #24
    Patricia Briggs
    “Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.”
    Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound

  • #25
    Patricia Briggs
    “That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him.

    “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.”
    Patricia Briggs, Bone Crossed

  • #26
    Patricia Briggs
    “Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.

    Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first.

    "A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace.

    "A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is 'The Lamb of God.'"

    Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep."

    I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb...”
    Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

  • #27
    Patricia Briggs
    “A werewolf tossed me against a giant packing crate while I was trying to rescue a frightened young girl who'd been kidnapped by an evil witch and a drug lord.”
    Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

  • #28
    Patricia Briggs
    “C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried.
    Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.”
    Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

  • #29
    Patricia Briggs
    “One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed.”
    Patricia Briggs, Bone Crossed

  • #30
    Patricia Briggs
    “Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.”
    Patricia Briggs, Bone Crossed



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