Demon-hunters Quote by Deborah Wilde

“An icy slither ran up my core as I stared at my right hand, its tremors Richter scale violent. Was this my demon-killing ability?…

— Deborah Wilde

“The twin desires to both smack the smug off his face and rip off his pants to see for myself should have negated each…

— Deborah Wilde

“Even when I beat the odds and did well, somehow things overwhelmingly sucked. Thanks for nothing, universe.”

— Deborah Wilde

“What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again? Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal…

— Deborah Wilde

“Even though his ass extended past the seat, it was so rock hard that it didn’t droop over the sides. I checked twice to…

— Deborah Wilde

“Sports and musicals, the seventh level of Hell.” I gasped, hand to my heart. Ari facepalmed. “Now you’ve done it.” “Grease is the seminal…

— Deborah Wilde

“Mornings after sucked. Walks of shame were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the same trollop togs twice.…

— Deborah Wilde

“Is this what you want, Nava? Rough and messy where anyone could see?” He’d asked me that same question the first time we’d had…

— Deborah Wilde

“What’s-his-name had started out with all the promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I didn’t…

— Deborah Wilde

“I was a moth to his flame. And that always worked out so well for the moth.”

— Deborah Wilde

“Breathing is an addiction. But once you’ve stopped for an hour, it’s reasonably easy to quit forever.”

— Deborah Wilde

“Even with all the lights off, the room was as bright and insistent as Martha Stewart’s smile.”

— Deborah Wilde