“The black vampire whispered in her ear again. She laughed, so high and clear you could have bottled it. “Do you practice the laugh, or is it natural talent? Naw, I’m betting you practice.” Jean-Claude’s face twisted. I wasn’t sure… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Do you practice the laugh, or is it a natural talent? Naw, I’m betting you practice.” Jean-Claude’s face twisted. I couldn’t decide if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“What is that old children’s rhyme, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? Anyone who says that doesn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
