Quotes by Katie MacAlister

You are such a stick-in-the-mud sometimes, you know that? My annoyance faded. Elliott, poor man, truly believe what he was saying. He thought life was better when it was organized and structured until all the fun had been squeezed out of it. Look, one of the things Ive learned from life is that you have to grab what you can take, because you never know if itll be there later. Im here right now. So are you. And I just bet you if I stick my hands down your pants, youll be ready for a little fun in no time. His nostrils flared, and his voice took on that haughty lord-of-the-manor tone that made me want to giggle. I assure you, madam, that I am in full control of my libido. If I did not wish to become aroused by you, I wouldnt. I put my hand on his fly. Just that, no caressing, no stroking, just my palm on his zipper. I could feel him getting hard within seconds. I cocked an eyebrow at him. As it happens, I want to be aroused, he said with an attempt at dignity. I have decided that I will, just this once, bend my inviolable rule about not stopping until I am done with my daily quota of writing.

The thought struck me, as I went about my daily ablutions, that Elliot had awfully nice hair for a man who’d take someone else’s ticket. It wasn’t long, but had a small curl to it that made you think about running your fingers through it. “Not that I have any intention of doing so ,” I told my reflection in the steam mirror. “Even if I was looking for a man, and I’m certainly not that stupid, he would be off the table. He’s friend to a rat bastard.” It was just a shame, too. How many bona fide lords does a girl meet? And how many of them have BBC voices, and nice faces, and curly hair that looks soft and silky and utterly gropeworthy?

Im wondering why I thought it was a good idea to fill my purse with eggs.He blinked at me. I pulled a cold, flabby fried egg from mny bag, followed by its twin, holding them up so he could see. Eggs. You couldnt carry a packet of peanuts like a normal person? he asked. I smiled. Ive never done normal particularly well....

I would totally support a pond scene like the one in PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, but only if you were stripped first. He slid her a glance out of the corner of his eye. She was giving him a lascivious grin that made him feel like singing at the top of his lungs. You have a smutty mind, Alice. Its one of the many things I admire in you. Unfortunately, we are in a holy place, and although I dont particularly hold strong religious feelings, I feel it would be insulting to the caretakers of this cathedral to give in to your lustful desires and engage in sex right her and now. He thought for a moment. Although I have to admit it is a tempting thought...

I dont know whether to be pleased that our lovemaking was of such a high quality that you immediately want more, or if its an indication you are one of those sex-addicted people who are never satisfied.

...I was enjoying conducting highly charged sexual banter with you. As was I, although if we continue along that line, youre going to make it extremely painful for me to walk. Shall we cool down our libidos with a spot of crypt viewing?

Geez, what do I need to do, use semaphore? I told you I was unclaimed.

You think Im deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, its a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.

You took a bath without me?I smiled to myself at the accusation in his voice.

I dont like this.I know you dont, my little spaetzel. But I am too worn out to run from both the police and your murderous twin, and Damians looking peaky, plus Christian did apologize for trying to kill us earlier.I wasnt talking about that. Its your lamentable habit of using completely unsuitable love names for me that gives me grief, Adrian groused. I am not a lambypie, nor am I a spaetzel.

I ground my teeth. Just when I thought I was getting a handle on this whole Dark One/demon lord/imp thing, you go and throw knockers into the mix. Im going to have to request that you stop, Adrian. Im about at my limit of how many impossible things I can believe before breakfast.He flashed a heart-stoppingly roguish grin at me, his dimples just about bringing me to my knees. Your middle name wouldnt be Alice, would it? he asked.No, its Diane, and youre no White Rabbit, so lets just stop pretending were in Wonderland, OK?He laughed and pointed across the tiny square at our destination. I watched him for a moment, seeing a glimpse of the charming, charismatic man he must have been before the demon lord cursed him and leeched away all the softer emotions.

Saer is a great big poop, and you shouldnt listen to anything he says, I said, panting just a little.Obviously, he was trying to demoralize me.Men who are poops demoralize people all the time, I agreed

We have had this discussion before. You are my son. I love you. I will always love you. But I also love Nell, and if you give her the chance and stop rejecting her advances, she will take you into her heart as well.Oh, yeah, like hes going to allow me to do that, I muttered

Aryans? I asked, thinking I must have heard the word incorrectly.Christian and Allie nodded.Aryans as in white supremacist, those sorts of Aryans?Yes, Christian said.Neo-Nazis? My mind was having a hard time grasping the idea of a power-hungry vampire leading an army of Hitlers Youth. Skinheads and their ilk?Hasi, what is it you find so unbelievable? Adrian asked, a smile in his voice.Oh, I dont know. I guess I just expected that any army Saer raised would be… you know… the evil undead. Everyone just looked at me. Oh, yeah, I guess youre right. Neo-Nazis are more or less the evil undead. Right. So we have Saer about to attack at any moment with a bunch of goose-stepping Nazis. Great. Anyone here do a really good Winston Churchill impression?

In the center of the room Sarra the demon hung upside down by one leg, its arms bound behind its back, its suit scuffed-looking. Beneath it, crawling around an intricately scribed circle, a woman with short, curly red hair drew binding symbols with a gold stick.She looked up as I fanned away the smoke that was billowing up from the crack in the tile. Youre a Summoner. Hullo. Im Noelle. Did you know that you have mismatched eyes?I walked around the demon. It glared at me. Yes, I know. Why do you have Sarra strung up by one leg?She drew another symbol. It flared bright green as soon as the stick lifted from the circle. It was getting a bit stroppy with me. The Hanged Man always teaches them a few manners. Its retaliating with the smoke. Are those spirits I saw yours, then?Yes, they are. There are four others as well. I hate to be a bother, but Im in a bit of a hurry, what with Christian being held by this ones master and all, so if you could possibly just give me the abbreviated version of whats going on here, Ill be on my way to rescue him.She leaned back on her heels and sucked the tip of her gold stick. Asmodeus, eh?The demon snarled. A chunk of ceiling fell behind me. We both ignored it. It just never does to give a demon the satisfaction of knowing its startled you.Its a nasty bag of tricks, but I heard through the demonic grapevine that it was weakened and searching for a suitable sacrifice to regain its power, she added.Well, it cant have Christian; hes mine. Back to the demon, if you dont mind…She looked up at Sarra, still sucking the stick. Its a pretty specimen, isnt it? I like the hair gel. Nice touch. The mustache is a bit much, though, dont you think? Makes it look so smarmy.Um…Im destroying it, so I suppose it really doesnt matter.I blinked and avoided two wine bottles as they flew out of a rack when the demon hissed at the Guardian.

Well, possibly, I said, feeling my lips twitch again. But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the Good Ship Lollipop?The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. My grotesque form isnt making you sick with fright?We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening, I finally told it, but not in the sense I think you mean.

...my soul bleeding tears of anguish

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

“... youve experienced the single scene out there - its blood test and background checks and references and Please pee in this cup before we can go on a date screenings, all clinical and stripped bare of any romance.”

“Hey!” I said, indignation filling me. “I’m immortal! Doesn’t that mean I won’t get saggy boobs and gray hair? Because if it doesn’t mean that, I want a refund—”