I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't… — 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 Image
If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Money doesn't spend in hell.... The devil deals in a different coin. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
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 Image
