Quotes by Dani Harper

If you hear voices, you’re a lunatic. If you write down what they say, you’re an author.

Everybody says you have to decide between the head and the heart, but that’s just so much bullshit. Your heart and your head don’t know a damn thing between them when it comes to other people. Your head can know facts about them, sure—like a criminal record or a Purple Heart—but that’s about it. And your heart only knows how it feels and what it wants, not what the other person is feeling . . .

Kind of like CSI investigating a social error—Here’s the corpse of the situation, what do you think killed it?—with the hope of preventing further fatalities. Often as not, it boiled down to missed cues.

Sometimes the universe conspires to give you what you really want, Liam. And it’s your job to let it.

Perhaps the so-called civilized world was a great noisy burden beneath all its wonders, and it was a relief to let go of it for a while.

Life is naught but battles big and small, and most of them unexpected.

Aye, well, it’s like a battle. Ya lay yer plans, then when they go wrong, ya make things up as ya go.

High to low, roof to floor, wall to wall, and door to door; Basement deep to sky above, fill this home with light and love.

Funny how being a grown-up didn’t make you any less glad to have a mom on the scene. Whether it was your own or someone else’s mother, it was like having the cavalry arrive.

To hold the Gift is to protect the balance in all things and to restore harmony. To hold the Gift is to comfort the mind and spirit, and to heal both heart and body. To hold the Gift is to be a bridge between worlds and to be a bearer of light.

Education and assimilation were devastatingly effective at controlling a conquered people.

There is nothing like the moment you connect with a reader! Nothing like the response that you get when what you have written touches someone in some way. Its a moment in which your work is almost a co-creation, you and the reader joining forces to make your words live.

Come with me if you want to live.” Neva stared at the enormous hand the stranger extended her. Her gaze followed the black leather-clad arm up to the massive shoulders, the strong jaw, and the thick lock of wavy blonde hair hanging over his dark glasses. “You have so got to be kidding me,” she said.He shrugged. “I always wanted to say that line. Except I’m not kidding.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’d known he couldn’t save her. He’d known he was too far away. Knowing didn’t prevent the bare-knuckled punch to his heart, though.

Maybe she’d remember him as a pain in the ass. Or maybe, he hoped most of all, that she’d remember what she told him: “You can be a real jerk sometimes, but you’re decent.” As epitaphs went, it wasn’t bad.

I really hate you.It was loud and clear in his brain. Your first words. How sweet. Get out of my head. You’re not invited.This is how Changelings communicate as wolves. Get used to it. He picked his way through the bushes to get closer to her – although he was prepared to dodge if she decided to bite him again. Are you okay?My head hurts. No thanks to you.Yeah, well my ass hurts. No thanks to you.

I’m no werewolf, and I’m tired of hearing the word. I’m a Changeling, okay? And either you trust me or we call it quits right here.” It was Travis’s turn to fold his arms, as if he was daring her to convince him.

Travis ignored her protests as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, thankful anew for that little Changeling quirk that allowed him to retain his clothes and everything that was within his aura each time he shifted. Christ, if life was like the movies, he’d end up naked and penniless every damn time he ran as a wolf. No wonder Hollywood werewolves were insane with rage. Probably pissed off at the sheer inconvenience of their lives.

Rhys was hot enough to bake cookies on.

As she peeked through the curtains with the phone in her hand, waiting for the police dispatcher to pick up, she realized there was one thing she did know about the naked stranger in her yard. He had, without a doubt, the finest butt on the planet.