Quotes by Anne Bishop

Frustration fills his golden eyes. What Queen? Who is coming?The living myth, I whisper. Dreams made flesh.His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. Youre sure?The room is a swirling mist. Hes the only thing still in sharp focus. Hes the only thing I need. I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her.

It was Jaenelles voice, but...She was medium height, slender, and fair-skinned. Her gold mane--not quite hair and not quite fur--was brushed up and back from her exotic face and didnt hide the delicately pointed ears. In the center of her forehead was a tiny, spiral horn. A narrow strip of gold fur traced her spine, ending in a small gold and white fawn tail that flicked over her bare buttocks. The legs were human and shapely, but changed below the calf. Instead of feet, she had dainty horses hooves. Her human hands had sheathed claws like a cats. As she shifted position to slip another shard into place, he saw the small, round breasts, the feminine curve of waist and hips, the dark-gold triangle of hair between her legs.Who...?But he knew. Even before she walked over and looked at him, even before he saw the feral intelligence in those ancient, haunted sapphire eyes, he knew. Terrifying and beautiful. Human and Other. Gentle and violent. Innocent and wise.*I am Witch,* she said, a small, defiant quiver in her voice.*I know.* His voice had a seductive throb in it, a hunger he couldnt control or mask.

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together.He wasnt human. Would never be human. And Meg didnt expect him to be. But feeling her hand in his, Simon thought maybe he could learn to be human enough.

Enjoy your Evening.That will depend on the menu. If its beef, it will be a tolerable meal. If its chicken... Elliot shuddered. What is the point of chicken?Eggs?

Everything has a price.

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldnt hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him.Daemon? There was so much uncertainty in her voice.Hello, sweetheart, he said, his voice husky with the effort not to cry. Ive missed you.Her hand moved slowly, with effort, until it rested against his face. Her lips curved into a smile. Daemon.This time, when she said his name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.

When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?]

The map showed human places Id never heard of - places that had once been great civilizations, until humans forgot the world wasnt theirs to claim.

Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? Shes so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom.

Nathan said nothing for a moment. Then, There’s nothing in my fur, is there?Simon gave the other Wolf a careful look. “No boogers.” 　　Good. I hate washing boogers out of fur.“Who doesn’t? What comes out of human noses is disgusting...

Do any of them realize that Simon Wolfgard is falling in love with Meg Corbyn? Monty wondered. Does Wolfgard understand his own response to the girl? What about Meg? How does she feel? What would the rest of the Others do if one of their kind did fall in love with a human?

In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration.Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.

And the Ladys mate. Despite having only two legs and small fangs, there was much that was feline in that one, and he approved.

This year hed been caught up in a whirlwind called Jaenelle Angelline-as impossible to deflect as she was to stop-and he had become an accomplice in all sorts of schemes that, even in their innocence, had been thrilling

The police have no leads as yet on the person or persons who painted obscene suggestions on the buildings. One store owner said he was going to leave a dictionary on a public bench so the vandals could at least spell the obscenities correctly.

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff,” he grumbled.And it had been easier when he hadn’t cared if he made any of them cry.

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn.The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had

I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.