I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
It's hard to say what makes the mind piece things together in a sudden lightning flash. I've come to hold the human… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch. "You mean the sidhe… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“It’s all black and white to you, isn’t it?” “Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha." -Mac and… — Karen Moning Copy Share Image
“I thought you were disgusted by the people that come to my club.” “They’re still people.” He presses the button again. “If… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand. He'd… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Did you fuck him?” “Ah!” I yelled. “Of course not!” I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Dani: Crank it up. Lets get this party started. *I hand Dancer my iPod.* Lor: What is this crap. Where the hell… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why have you chosen to spare me?” “I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.” “Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.” “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I had no idea how it knew, but it knew I knew, and I knew it, and there was no point in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“ I’ll give you until nine P.M. tomorrow to get the bloody hell out of this country and out of my way.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane,” Barrons said when I informed him of my thoughts. “It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
