“What's going on here?" Miles demanded, pushing his way past the last of the stampeding throng. "And why is Santa worshiping that elf?” — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“And I want you to know," Max said kindly to him, "I don't hold you in any way responsible." Lysander frowned. "For what?" "For sending me an assistant who wanted to take over New York with the help of a virgin-raping,mundane-eating demon." Lysander stiffened. "I am not 'in any way responsible' for that!" "You did authorize the assignment," I reminded… — Laura Resnick Copy Share
“What's going on here?" Miles demanded, pushing his way past the last of the stampeding throng. "And why is Santa worshiping that elf?” — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“Why are you only wearing one shoe?" he asked. "I lost the other. It upsets me to talk about it.” — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.” — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“I pictured myself saying in a court of law, "Well, Your Honor, there was this evil sorcerer's apprentice and a flesh-eating, power-granting demon he… — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“The fact that I had killed a man was really putting a crimp in my love life. Well, okay, to be strictly accurate, I… — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“Aren't you going to answer it?" Lopez asked. "I'm afraid it's my mother," I said. "She calls on Sundays?" "No, she calls whenever things… — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“I'm not a heroine, I just play heroines. Also psychotics, vamps, orphans, hookers, housewives, and ”on one memorable occasionâ ”a singing rutabaga. It was… — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
“Stella's?" "It's a restaurant called Bella Stella in Little Italy." He frowned. "On Mulberry Street." "You know it?" That didn't surprise me. It was… — Laura Resnick Copy Share Image
