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  • #1
    Kim Harrison
    “That's why I want you there, he said. You're unpredictable, and that can be the difference between success and failure. Most people make decisions in anger, fear, love, or obligation. You make decisions to irritate people.”
    Kim Harrison, For a Few Demons More

  • #2
    Kim Harrison
    “You try getting through the Hollows traffic with a stoned redhead hanging out the window shouting, 'I'm king of the world!' ~Lee”
    Kim Harrison, Black Magic Sanction

  • #3
    Kim Harrison
    “I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!”
    Kim Harrison, Black Magic Sanction

  • #4
    Kim Harrison
    “I smell pancakes," Al said as he jauntily smacked Pierce's hat back on the witch's head. "Did the runt make you breakfast?" Al said, leaning over the stove. "Quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet, eh?" he said, leering at Pierce, who was now rinsing out the percolator. "Is it working? I'd be curious to know. I'd buy her a cake or something.”
    Kim Harrison, Black Magic Sanction

  • #5
    Kim Harrison
    “Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?”
    “No.”
    “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.”
    Kim Harrison

  • #6
    Kim Harrison
    “Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else."
    "Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive."
    Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.”
    Kim Harrison, For a Few Demons More

  • #7
    Jeaniene Frost
    “You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”
    Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

  • #8
    Jeaniene Frost
    “You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I
    called her that! My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine!”
    Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

  • #9
    Jeaniene Frost
    “Then you remember the dream,” Mencheres stated. “That bodes ill.”
     
    The fear of that made my reply snappy. “Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?”
     
    The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,” Mencheres responded instantly.
     
    I stared at him, then burst out laughing, which was highly inappropriate considering the very grave warning he’d just conveyed.”
    Jeaniene Frost, Destined for an Early Grave

  • #10
    Jeaniene Frost
    “We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled.
    Is he still there?”
    Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

  • #11
    Jeaniene Frost
    “Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle."
    "Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.
    Ian grinned. "Exactly.”
    Jeaniene Frost

  • #12
    Jeaniene Frost
    “My father was English. He date-raped my mother so she's hated English men ever since. You know my boyfriend's English, and I'm, uh, I'm half-English, which she's never been real happy about. If she finds out I'm dating someone English, she'll ah, think I' turning my back on her and becoming a foreigner.'
    Cathy, that's the stupidest reason I've ever heard.”
    Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

  • #13
    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

  • #14
    Chloe Neill
    “He's twenty-nine. And what did you think he was going to look like?"
    She shrugged.
    "You know-old. Grizzled. Long white beard. Scruffy robes. Loveable, smart, a little absent minded."
    I bit back a grin.
    " I said 'sorcerer,' not 'Dumbledore.' So he's hot. It could be worse.”
    Chloe Neill, Some Girls Bite

  • #15
    Chloe Neill
    “As we left the kitchen, I asked, “Can I hold your sword today?”
    Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow.
    The sword,” I corrected. “The sword.”
    We’ll see.”
    Chloe Neill, Some Girls Bite

  • #16
    Chloe Neill
    “Jeff, I have a problem.”
    “I’m glad you’ve finally realized I’m your answer, Merit.”
    Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

  • #17
    Chloe Neill
    “Catcher snorted. “If we’re not playing naked Twister, we’re wasting our waking hours.”
    “Yep,” Mallory said as she tugged him down the sidewalk, “that’s the love of my life. He’s a romantic at heart.”
    Chloe Neill, Twice Bitten

  • #18
    Chloe Neill
    “Awkwardness, thy name is vampire.”
    Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

  • #19
    Chloe Neill
    “Let’s just remember, Sullivan, that I want you for your smoked meats and your smoked meats only.”
    He barked out a laugh. “Touché, Sentinel.”
    Chloe Neill, Twice Bitten

  • #20
    Chloe Neill
    “That took all of three minutes," he pointed out, sprinkling red pepper across his noodles.

    "And was kind of anticlimactic," Mal said, "since you just stared at the microwave the entire time. I figured you'd at least give some kind of invocation, maybe some gnawing the plastic. Growling." She ate another forkful of spaghetti, then offered, "Clawing the ground. Barking."

    "I'm a vampire, not a corgie.”
    Chloe Neill

  • #21
    Chloe Neill
    “Pec-tacle?
    You know, like spectacle but with more dude nipples.”
    Chloe Neill, Twice Bitten

  • #22
    Chloe Neill
    “Mallory!" Catcher's voice boomed down the stairs.

    Mallory fixed her mouth into a tight line and walked me into the kitchen. "Ignore it," she advised. "Much like the bubonic plague, it'll go away if you give it enough time."

    "Mallory! You weren't finished! Get back in here!"

    I glanced up the stairway. "You didn't leave him handcuffed to the bed or something, did you?"

    "Jesus, no." I incrementally relaxed, until she continued. "My headboard's a single piece of wood. There's nothing to handcuff him to.”
    Chloe Neill

  • #23
    Chloe Neill
    “Have you ever noticed that however uncomfortable you might have been when you first went to bed—the room too hot or too cold; the pillows not quite right; the mattress lumpy; the sheets scratchy by the time you should get up, your bed has transformed itself into the Platonic ideal of beds? The room is cool, the bed is soft, and the pillow may as well have been God’s Own Headrest. The transformation inevitably happens, of course, when you’re obligated to get up and out, when nothing sounds better than hunkering down in a pile of cool cotton.”
    Chloe Neill

  • #24
    Richelle Mead
    “Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #25
    Richelle Mead
    “I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #26
    Richelle Mead
    “I loved you!” he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. “I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!” The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. “I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #27
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, Guilty Pleasures

  • #28
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, The Laughing Corpse

  • #29
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, Burnt Offerings

  • #30
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “Life's a bitch,” I said.
    “And then you die,” Larry finished for me.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, Burnt Offerings



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