He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He's treating her like she's fourteen and he's a normal adult, acting like he's taken her under his wing. Like he needs… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life… — 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
You’re early.” I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It’s not. Mac was… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know… — 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
