Quotes by Darynda Jones

The woman eyed Ubie a moment before grabbing a pen and writing down the dates I had. Ubie eyed her back. Sparks flew.

We’re going down to the Margarita Grill to smell the lobster, then we’re going to watch the sunrise, and in between we’ll probably have hot, unsafe animal sex.

I stop fighting my inner demons. Were on the same side now. T-shirt

After an initial rush of pleasure that left me trembling with need, I broke off the heated kiss and whispered, Okay, you win.He leaned over me and said into my ear, Dutch, I won the moment you crawled into bed.He really did need to work on his self-esteem.

Real writers write. Period. No, the muse does not come to visit everyday. She’s a lazy, precocious flirt. You cannot get into the habit of being “in the mood” to write. No writer on Earth is in the mood to write everyday, but the good ones do it anyway. They fight through their fatigue, their stress, their doubt, and they write. They get the words on the page. Period. So stop waiting for your muse. Trust me, she sleeps around.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory. —STEVEN WRIGHT

I am a huge believer in revelations and fun twists.

You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.

Keep Reading.Keep Writing.Keep Pushing yourself!And never stop learning!We writerly types have to stick together mostly because everybody else thinks were weird.

You do have a tendency to severe spinal cords.Only for you.

I still had my hand on his side, careful not to press. He reached out and hooked a finger into the belt loop on my jeans. It felt so natural, so fulfilling, to be there with him. To talk with him as if we did it everyday. As if wed been doung it every day for years. Not even the heat of Ians fury could penetrate the warmth I was getting from Reyes.

Amador and Bianca have a great life that Im only a little jealous of. They have two kids they bring to see me. His daughter, Ashlee, is almost five now. She has asked me to marry her when I get out. It feels kind of weird since she calls me Uncle Reyes and incest is frowned upon, but who am I to argue with true love?

I essentially killed those men. Am I slated for hell?He stepped to me. Put his fingers underneath my chin. Raised it until our gazes locked. Youre a god, Dutch. And the reaper. You dont get slated. You are the slate.

So, where are you from? Agent Carson asked Reyes. Originally?I whirled around to face him again, this time pinning him with a warning glare. Carson was an FBI agent, but I was all about stealth. Surely she wouldnt pick up on my silent threat.He studied my mouth, not the least bit worried about my warning glare, then said at last, Here and t

You still owe me a million dollars. Id presented him with a bill for proving his innocence and getting him freed from prison. He had yet to pay. Couldnt imagine why.Yeah, I was hoping we could work that out.The interest alone is going to kill you.What do you charge?Three hundred eighty-seven percent.Is that ethical?Its as ethical as my dating the son of Satan.

A lot of people are alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.

How old are you, anyway?How old are you?Seventeen.I raise a brow.Almost. Ill be seventeen in two weeks. You?Part of me doesnt want to tell her. Shell be horrified. But part of me wants to know what she will do when she knows the truth. How old do you think I am?She lifts a slender shoulder. At first I thought maybe eighteen, but now Im thinking at least nineteen. Maybe even twenty?whys that?You seem very ... experienced.I nod. Youre close. Todays my birthday. Im thirteen.

The point is, stories can be all lengths. Never underestimate the power of “less is more.

Never wait for your muse. Train him/her to show up to work when you do by pushing on. Its a dominant submission thing.

Writing is transcendental. It is a form of expression, a form of art that you can take anywhere. That you can do anywhere. It poses the deepest questions in the universe. It generates emotion. It elicits empathy, promotes learning, creates an intellect you simply cannot get from any other medium. For me, it is air.