One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I heard there are no male sidhe-seers." Where did you hear that?" Around." And which one of those are you in doubt… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Distinguish yourself [...] in an age where girls often make themselves too available to boys, by making him work a little for… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Daddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Bedevil the devil and devil be dammed. I fear no devil and bow to no man. - Adam Black — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched… — 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
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them. — 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