Quotes by Karen Chance

He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you’re keeping of late, would they?I didn’t get a chance to answer before the shop door was thrown open and a furious war mage stomped in. Pritkin spotted me and his eyes narrowed.You shaved my legs?!Mircea looked at me and folded his arms across his chest. I looked from one unhappy face to the other and suddenly remembered that I had somewhere else to be.

I’d have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me. I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first. ~Cassandra Palmer

Not really hungry.She’ll eat. Pritkin said curtly.I said —If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation.I eat plenty.The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however.I’ll have a sandwich, I told Nick. No meat.

They- He stopped and just blinked at me for a minute. You know, people are always saying that youre cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell em, no, shes okay. Shes got some...anger management issues. But you know what? Theyre right. Youre nuts.

Great. Id been dumped in Hells waiting room.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Lets not do this again sometime, okay?Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.Ow!He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. That hurt!What do you see?A big red mark,

The most temptation Id experienced had been with Tomas, the Senates spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.

Its about time! Its supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.

If Id had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldnt allow me even a tiny chance of escape.

Im tired, Im hungry and I have a head in a bag, I warned him. Do not fuck with me.

Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. “My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.”“Then strip.”“I beg your pardon?” He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn’t possibly have heard right.

I moved to assist, but never got the chance. there was some pretty violent banging for a minute, and then a tearing sound. Finally the stall door flew open, and Rays shirtless body emerged and started bitch-slapping everything in sight.His aim was off, probably due to the difficulty of having his eyes on the other side of the room, but he made up for it with sheer determination.

Pritkin, it’s a hotel room, not a death trap!” A glance over his shoulder showed him impatient blue eyes under a fall of messy blond curls. “Anyway, you’re here.”“I can’t protect you from everything,” he forced himself to say, because it was true. It was also frankly terrifying in a way that his own mortality was not. He’d never had children, but he sometimes wondered if this was how parents felt when catching sight of a fearless toddler confidently heading toward a busy street. Not that his charge was a child, as he was all too uncomfortably aware. But the knowledge of just how many potentially lethal pitfalls lay in her path sometimes caused him that same heart-clenching terror.And the same overwhelming need to throw her over his lap and spank the living daylights out of her, he thought grimly, when she suddenly popped out of existence. “Cassie!

I was hoping that the first time you expressed affection for me, it would not be in a room full of strangers. And that you would not have just said it to a sniveling creature like that Raymond!” “I expressed affection for Ray?” “Yes!” “Man, I really must be drunk.” Louis-Cesare just looked at me. I blinked politely back, until I realized that he expected a response.

It never ceases to amaze me how many people think I kill for fun.”“Don’t y

That wasn’t so bad,” I decided, after downing the shot. Maybe I was getting my rhythm. “Because you threw it over your shoulder,” Scarface told me, looking smug. “Did not.” I looked behind me, only to see an outraged vamp with fey wine dripping down his face. “Oops.” “It was for luck,” Ray said defensively, wrapping both my hands around a glass. “Drink!” I drank.

Dorina? Louis Cesares voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against thephone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands tokeep Rays point in his pants.The fey, damm it! I told him. Theyre for the fey!Which one? Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft.All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!All of them?

Aw, fudge, floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. Youre a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. After five hundred years, youve read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.

You look furious,” Pritkin said, watching me.“I just—I can’t understand not fighting for your life— for what you want. Just giving up—”A corner of his mouth quirked. “No. You would not understand that. You never stop trying, do you?”“What else is there?”“Despair. Hopelessness. Anger. Depression.”“But those don’t get you anywhere.”He huffed out something that might have been a laugh, only it didn’t sound happy. “No. They don’t.

What bug crawled up your ass? I demanded.If you mean, why I am upset? I should think that would be obvious!It took me a second, but I got it. Oh, come on. Youre not still pissed about–you did the same damn thing to me!He had the utter gall to look offended. I did nothing of the sort–I stared at him. And just how do you figure that? You stripped me butt naked, diddled me over a desk and stole my duffel bag. And my clothes!Somebody made a choking sound. I glanced up to find the door to the study open, and the old vamp looking scandalized. Diddled? Anthony asked, apparently delighted. Mircea closed his eyes.