Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night? — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
-and nobody’s getting laid!” I practically shouted. “You think I don’t know that?” He shifted his body beneath me, making me painfully… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when I'd said something about… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second,… — 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
