Cari

“That’s not a warm, cozy hearth fire that you gather ’round with your friends to read some Longfellow while you toast s’mores. That’s more like napalm with a heart of phosphorus and a side of hell sauce.”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped

“Right. Thanks. I need to slow down. You know what sucks about prophecies?” “They never predict anything fun,” Granuaile answered. “Just once I’d like to hear a prophet tell someone, ‘Thou shalt win a bitchin’ Camaro on a game show.’ ”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped

“Missing people in our lives are like wounds we reopen with thoughts.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hunted

“Three kinds of cat shit, Oberon. ”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped