“Never had the mortal woman lived and breathed who could say no to a bit of fairy tail. Gabby” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness.” “Death’s an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“recognize him as such, too. Yes, he had disobeyed his queen. So had many others, who’d never been punished so harshly. Had… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I'm not going anywhere until you're safe," Christian says to me, real quiet. "Isn't that quaint. The chivalrous Unseelie prince with the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“My world began falling apart with the death of my sister, and hasn’t stopped since. And it’s not just my world that’s… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“You both talk too much,” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.” We shut up, which I find… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Did I have to be dead to get you to see me? Wake the fuck up, Ms. Lane. Dying is overrated. Human… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Have you ever had one of those moments when time just freezes? You know, when the world suddenly goes deathly still, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“So what's the big picture about our lust for sex? We're not trying to acquire something. We want to feel something: Alive.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“The Tuatha De do not speak of Tuatha De matter to"--he gave her an icy sneer--"mere mortals." "Well, mister-mere-mortal-yourself," she bristled right… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“grief’s drink recipe is two parts tribute to the person you loved and four parts feeling sorry for yourself because you lost… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don’t wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I think I’m under control, that I’ve stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. I’m wrong. The thought… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Finally, someone had seen him. And what had he done? Let her get away. Undermined by his disgusting human anatomy. It had just been… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Our sex is fierce. We will both be bruised. "I want it to always be like this," I tell him. "Try holding onto that… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
