I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
It would be nice if you’d stop almost killing me because you don’t want to screw other people. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
It always amazes me how many women like dangerous men. Men who almost from the moment you meet them, you know are… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanor Roosevelt said that. It is a quote I try to… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I could have just said I'm good at my job, but I didn't. Didn't want the police thinking I was holding out… — 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
