Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day. — Laurell K. Hamilton Anita blake Copy Share Image
Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it. — Laurell K. Hamilton Petite Copy Share Image
Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita — Laurell K. Hamilton Choice Copy Share Image
Ideals are great in theory ... but they don't work too well in real life. — Laurell K. Hamilton Idealism Copy Share Image
“I didn't try to pull away; things that can bench-press Toyotas don't let go.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Boys Copy Share Image
“I used to think that only death could take someone away from me, but I have learned so many lesser things could… — Laurell K. Hamilton Death Copy Share Image
“It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how… — Laurell K. Hamilton Hero worship Copy Share Image
“I worry that when you start quoting Machiavelli to justify your actions, you have ceased to be one of the good guys.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Anita blake Copy Share Image
“Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it’s also not the worst answer to a lot of things.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Everyone else goes home for nostalgia, and happy memories. I end up feeling like I never fit in with the family as… — Laurell K. Hamilton Children Copy Share Image
He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get… — Laurell K. Hamilton Being real Copy Share Image
Nicky looked down at me with a knowledge on his face that he was holding the monster in his arms. I'd have… — Laurell K. Hamilton Arms 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… — Laurell K. Hamilton Anita blake Copy Share Image
“It was like being home, the way home is supposed to be but never really is. Peaceful, content, exactly what you need,… — Laurell K. Hamilton Happiness Copy Share Image
“I had the shotgun. I was also carrying my two pistols, two knives, and a derringer stuffed in the pocket of my… — Laurell K. Hamilton Shoot Copy Share Image
I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and… — Laurell K. Hamilton Awake Copy Share Image
Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve… — Laurell K. Hamilton Feels Copy Share Image
I cannot say how strongly I object to people using other people's writing as research. Research is non-fiction, especially for horror, fantasy,… — Laurell K. Hamilton Fantasy Copy Share Image
“That fact alone should let you know just how deep a hole I was digging. Or would that be, already have dug?… — Laurell K. Hamilton Hole Copy Share Image
It means black kitten," I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. "And you're ok with them calling you… — Laurell K. Hamilton Black Copy Share Image
I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their… — Laurell K. Hamilton Blake Copy Share Image
“There had been two dates between us. Mistake. It made working together more awkward, and he couldn’t cope with me being a… — Laurell K. Hamilton Failure Copy Share Image
“It is true, perhaps, that your beauty is not a flashy beauty, as is Asher's, or Jean-Claude's, or even your Nathaniel's, but… — Laurell K. Hamilton Beauty 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… — Laurell K. Hamilton Another day Copy Share Image
“A crime scene is a crime scene is a crime scene. Except for the unique nightmarish qualities of each one. I was… — Laurell K. Hamilton Crime Copy Share Image
“If you are not careful, their beauty will become both heaven and hell, you will betray every oath, abandon every loyalty, give… — Laurell K. Hamilton Beauty Copy Share Image
“Jean-Claude was watching me with his still eyes. I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out through my… — Laurell K. Hamilton Photography Copy Share Image
“Doyle’s skin wasn’t brown—it was black. He looked as if he’d been carved from ebony. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Black Looked Copy Share Image
“I walked towards her. Jean-Claude grabbed my arm. "Do not harm her, Anita. She is under our protection." "I swear to you… — Laurell K. Hamilton Anita-blake-vampire-hunter Copy Share Image
