Man, Wren. I’m impressed. No woman ever sent flowers to thank me. (Serre) Don’t be that impressed. I’m thinking she didn’t send flowers to thank him. One flower says thank you. This many says she thought he was dead. Or… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Guys, we’re so screwed. The women know we didn’t go hunting. (Kyrian) You think? What idiot came up with that lie? (Zarek) I’m not an idiot. And it’s not like I lied. I just omitted what exactly we were hunting… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Grandma, please. It’s okay. Dad’s doing a great job. I give him kudos for at least being calm and rational, and not losing his… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
I just can’t, Nick, okay? Now, please give me a second to lie here in silence and bleed.” – Caleb — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
It's easy to make mistakes. It's living with the consequences of them that's the hardest. — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I don't know," Valerius said. " I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
May the gods have mercy on whoever pisses them off, because Zarek and Jericho will have none for them. (Madoc) You’d better be glad… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Careful, human,” Hauk warned, showing Darling his fangs. “I might get hungry one of these nights and decide we no longer need a weaptech.”… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Be that as it may, we do need you in particular to complete this assignment. (Syd) What is it with you government assholes that… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it’s like to live without it. — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I'm only one kill away from Command Assassin. Be a damn shame for that kill to be you" (Darion)” — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
I’m getting all warm and fuzzy inside at the prospect of these demon things roaming the street, preying on us. (Tate) — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
