Quotes by Deborah Blake

Marcus gave her a slow, wicked smile, feeling the smoldering heat rise to the surface like molten lava, irresistible as a force of nature. If you insist, he whispered, and bent his head to capture her lips with his own. He put all his yearning, all his gratitude for the gifts shed given him, all that heat bubbling up within him into the kiss, feeling her lips yield beneath his.She returned his fire with fire, kissing him back with a wild abandon that left them both trembling and enraptured, wrapped around each other in the midst of a crowd, focused only on each other.Overhead, fireworks lit the sky, but neither of them noticed.

Barbara felt lightheaded, almost dizzy with what she was about to say. But she said it anyway. As you wish, Your Majesty. In that case, I am afraid I must resign my position as Baba Yaga. If I am forced to choose between the work I was destined to do and the man I was destined to love, I choose the man.

Pain is mostly mind over matter: if you dont mind, it doesnt matter.

Uh, hi, she said, lifting a hand in greeting. Hi yourself, Liam said, feeling remarkably calm, under the circumstances. Did you just walk out of that closet? He looked her over, taking in her unusual attire, jewels, sword, and all. She looked exotic, stunningly beautiful, and in some intangible way, more herself than hed ever seen her. Nice outfit. Special occasion? He was fairly certain she hadnt just come from a costume ball. Unless it was one that involved some kind of giant pumpkin and a fairy godmother.

I love you, he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldnt believe she was still in his arms. I think youve cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are. Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.

What do you envy? Liam gestured around the Airstream. All this. You travel around the country , no roots, no ties, having all sorts of adventures and meeting new people. It must be nice not to constantly have folks tugging at you, expecting you to solve all their problems for them, knowing everything about you down to whether you wear boxers or briefs. Baba raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little. Briefs. But thats not my point.

You were thinking about the hunky sheriff. I dont blame you. If I werent a dragon, and a male one at that, Id be drooling over him myself. He lifted his muzzle to look at her. So what are you going to do about him? Baba sighed. Probably something truly unwise. Excellent, Chudo-Yudo said. About time. No one should be wise all the time. Not even a Baba.

Its about damned time, he said in a husky voice. If I had to wait five more minutes to kiss you, I think I probably would have turned into a dragon myself.

So, Sheriff, she said. How do you feel about a life of crime?

Stu looked over his shoulder at the trailer. She seems like a nice old lady, but jeez, thats a big dog. Yes, said Liam. But a small dragon.

Liam jumped. Jeez --you can talk! Chudo-Yudo rolled his eyes. Right. So a talking dragon is okay, but a talking dog freaks you out? Dude, youre going to have to adjust to this crap a lot faster than that if youre going to be any help.

Mrs. Ivanovs gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though theyd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow.

Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.

He spoke! Ivan said, eyes wide. The dog talked! Oh my god. An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog? Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.

Youre the Baba Yaga? He gazed at her in disbelief. But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and youre, youre... not!

Something tells me this isnt going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet. And that was the good news.

He strolled over to the refrigerator, opened the door with one paw, and delicately picked up a beer between his teeth. He waited until clothes had stopped arcing through the air and hand it to Barbara.

Hmm, she said. Curiouser and curiouser, to quote Alice.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plans for next Thursday. And I’m not in the mood to have them ruined by some apocalypse.

For years she’d been the Central Gates Precinct’s Witness Retrieval Specialist – more commonly referred to as a “Ghost Yanker” by her non-magical colleagues on the force. Being stuck in the basement talking to dead victims would depress the hell out of anyone, if they did it for long enough. Then, six months ago, everything changed.