Are we, like, having a conversation?" "Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Brutality is the refuge of the dull of mind, ka-lyrra . Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce. ~Adam Black… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Whether I see the Fae, or whether I’m a man. I believe I’ve laid your mind to rest on the former; shall… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Whether I see the Fae, or whether I’m a man. I believe I’ve laid your mind to rest on the former; shall… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“You may be a virgin in body, but not in mind. I feel the heat and passion in you; there's a fury… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
How will we get back up?" I worried. "I have a different route in mind for our return trip." "Does it involve… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex. If it’s “perfectly good,” I mock in falsetto, “he should be shot in the head and put out of everyone’s misery. Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it’s not good enough. You want me to blow… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I respect you more than that." I almost fell off the couch. I parted my hair and looked up at him, but… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“God the horror of watching yourself from the outside as everything you know about yourself gets stripped away and demolished. Not just the loss of power over your body, but power over your mind. Rape in the deepest, most hellish sense of the word. But wait, there's a spark. Inside that hollowed out woman there's a place they can't touch.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“I do not know who I am anymore. I though I was animal. I am no longer so sure. It's hard to say what makes the mind piece things together in a sudden lightning flash. I've come to hold the human spirit in the highest regard. Like the body, it struggles to repair itself. As cells fight off infection and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
It's hard to say what makes the mind piece things together in a sudden lightning flash. I've come to hold the human spirit in the highest regard. Like the body, it struggles to repair itself. As cells fight off infection and conquer illness, the spirit, too, has remarkable resilience. It knows when it is harmed, and it knows she the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts. Barrons naked. Dancing. Dark head thrown back. Laughing. The image doesn’t “gently swim up in my mind” in a dreamy sort of way, like I’ve seen in movies. No, this… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 made excruciatingly clear to him that the human male brain and the human male c*ck couldn't both sustain sufficient amounts of blood to function at the same time. It was one or the other, and the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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
