Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

I cant find a man I want, and Im beginning to think the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe Im holding out for something that doesnt even exist. Shed voiced her secret fear. Maybe grand passion was just a dream. With all the kissing shed done in the past few months, shed not once been overcome with desire. Her parents certainly hadnt had any great passion between them. Come to think of it, she wasnt sure shed ever seen grand passion outside of a movie theater or a book.

Attitude shapes reality.

I return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality—the impatient bitch—has made my decision for me. She does that a lot. You get busy planning your life, then it has the nerve to just go ahead and happen to you before you’re ready. Before you even get the chance to aim yourself right!

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it’s not good enough.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places youve never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

The man kisses me and I just hop right on him like hes the hottest new ride at Disneyland.

As he fills me, I wonder if—in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume—we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I—“—hated you for it,” he says gently.That was my line.“I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.”I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.

He calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong.And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It’s not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.It’s as involuntary as breathing, and as impossible not to do. It’s slammed up against a wall in a dark alley, or flat on my back on cold concrete because I can’t stand one more second without him. It’s on my hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-my-throat, waiting for the moment he touches me, and I’m alive again. It’s punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and it makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters but getting him inside me and I wouldn’t just die for him—I’d kill for him, too.Like I did tonight.

Failure is always new information, and those who are willing to suffer it repeatedly make it a stepping-stone to success.

Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

She waited, thinking you were different from those who used and betrayed her. She believed you would find her, come charging to her rescue. That belief was as misplaced as the monsters we faced were deadly. The day came she finally lost her faith in you, and I was there as I’ve always been there when she needed me.

Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they dont walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will do so.Like yourself?Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted.Really, she said dryly. Except for me, he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.

Missing Alina was worse than a terminal illness. At least when you were terminal you knew the pain was going to end eventually. But there was no light at the end of my tunnel. Grief was going to devour me, day into night, night into day, and although I might feel like I was dying from it, might even wish I was, I never would. I was going to have to walk around with a hole in my heart forever. I was going to hurt for my sister until the day I died. If you dont know what I mean or you think Im being melodramatic, then youve never really loved anyone.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into the things that matter to him. Like Dani.”I don’t tell her no human matters to the boss like Dani.

You loved me.”It wasn’t a question, but he answered it readily. “I do. More than life. My heart. I didn’t just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn’t live. And I couldn’t breathe without you.”“Are you a man who has more than one heart?”“Nay. Only this one. But it’s bitter and dark now from the pain I’ve brought you.

...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly.And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average mans intellect to kick in.

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man’s ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.