Quotes by Anne Bishop

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it. - Daemon

People who entered the Courtyard without an invitation were just plain crazy! Wolves were big and scary and so fluffy, how could anyone resist hugging one just to feel all that fur?“Ignore the fluffy,” she muttered. “Remember the part about big and scary.

You werent afraid of me when I was Wolf, he said. Why are you afraid of Nathan?Hes got big feet!What?An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him?It depends on whether or not I get an answer.

The Dimwits Guide to the Female Mind might assist your efforts in understanding human females. But it must be pointed out that this subject can be a dangerous adventure and should be undertaken with extreme caution. After all, human males have been trying to understand their females for generations, and most of the time they come away from these encounters looking like someone stuck their tails into an electric socket.

Shes magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.

The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.

A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.

...you look the truth in the face - not the truth that has fangs and fur but the hard truth about yourself, that youre just as dangerous as the beings the rest of the people fear but you cant afford to be as honest about it. You cant tell those people that youll make deals with what they fear in order to keep them sage from the monsters who look just like them.

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. Its the evil among us who rule now.

He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.

The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. Thats why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldnt willingly do.

Lucivar winced. She guzzled half the flask — and it wasnt one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created.Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?”“No no no,” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath.” She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her.“Mother Night,” Lucivar muttered.“Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelles soft, sighing caress of his name.Everything has a price.

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

*I dont want the body,* she whimpered. *It hurts.**Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a birds song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?*

Why?He stopped pacing and looked at her as if shed just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. Because... youre you.

Not fault of teaching spider if little spider pay more attention to catching fly than doing lesson.