Quotes by Linda Howard

Is it time for your period, or something? He turned around, all controlled aggression, and damned if he didnt push the button again. What is it about having a period that makes women so bitchy? By the time the sentence ended the sweetness was long gone, my jaw was clenched, and I think my eyes were bugging out. Wyatt took a step back, belatedly looking alarmed.

Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life arent made by a stranger.

Death isnt peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.

She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe.

Don’t kiss me,” she said warningly.“I don’t intend to,” he replied, smiling a little. “I don’t have my whip and chair with me.

...a kid, maybe eight years old, ran up and poked her in the ribs with a plastic laser weapon, making electric zinging noises as he repeatedly pulled the trigger. “You’re dead,” he said victoriously. His mother came hurrying up, looking harassed and helpless. “Damian, stop that!” She gave him a smile that was little more than a grimace. “Don’t bother the nice people.” “Shut up,” he said rudely. “Can’t you see they’re Terrons from Vaniot.”The kid poked her in the ribs again. “Ouch!” He made those zinging noises again, taking great pleasure in her discomfort. She plastered a big smile on her face and leaned down closer to precious Damian, then cooed in her most alienlike voice, “Oh, look, a little earthling.” She straightened and gave Sam a commanding look. “Kill it.” Damian’s mouth fell open. His eyes went as round as quarters as he took in the big pistol on Sam’s belt. From his open mouth began to issue a series of shrill noises that sounded like a fire alarm. Sam cursed under his breath, grabbed Jaine by the arm, and began tugging her at a half-trot toward the front of the store. She managed to snag her purse from the buggy as she went past. “Hey, my groceries!” she protested. “You can spend another three minutes in here tomorrow and get them,” he said with pent-up violence. “Right now I’m trying to keep you from getting arrested.”“For what?” she asked indignantly as he dragged her out of the automatic doors. People were turning to look at them, but most were following the sounds of Damian’s shrieks to aisle seven. “How about threatening to kill that brat and causing a riot?” “I didn’t threaten to loll him! I just ordered you to.

I’m Sam Donovan.” “I know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. I’m Jaine Bright.” “I know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name.” Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that?

Is it time for your period, or somet

So it isnt that the act is awful, but sometimes the man is.Exactly. Ones modesty is useless and its painfully intimate, but not awful. She took a deep breath.The opposite, in fact.

Nice is good. It doesn’t sound exciting, but think about it. I think Mr. Perfect would be kind to kids and animals, help old ladies across the street, not insult you when your opinion is different from his. Being nice is so important it’s close to being number one.

I read somewhere that flying is like throwing your soul into the heavens and racing to catch it as it falls.I dont think mine would ever fall, he murmured, looking at the clear cold sky.

In the rest room next door there was a long, explosive sound of gas releasing, then a contented Ahhh. Grace clapped a hand over her mouth to hold back the hysterical giggle that rose in her throat. She had to finish before he did, or he might hear her. The competition was the strangest in which shed ever engaged.

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.

Everything feels like the end of the world, and you cant reason with someone who cant see tomorrow.

Hurry, Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it. Death is coming Death is coming for us. With a click, the call disconnected.

An accident of birth had signed her death warrant.He could mark her name off his to-do list.

Im calling the police, she said, showing him the phone in her hand.He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. You dont need the police.No, of course she didnt How silly.

He lifted her hand to his mouth. The touch of his lips was soft on her scraped palm, the tiny licks of his tongue so light she could barely feel them. Wait. He was licking her?You cant lick me, she said sternly. i dont know your name.He looked up and a quick grin slashed across his face. Luca, he said....Luca, she repeated. Is that an America name?No. He lifted her hand to his mouth again, and his tongue once more began a slow, gentle movement over the scrape. She was okay with it now, because she knew his name.

Luca had many strengths and powers; as a rare blood born, conceived and born to a vampire mother and father, he was much stronger than those whod been turned to the life.

A small village lay just over the farthest hill. When he had to feed, he went there. And when he left after feeding, the people hed met, even those hed fed upon, immediately forgot hed been there at all. Every time he entered the village, the residents greeted him as a new visitor. That was his power, his curse, his salvation; no one remembered him.