Fever series Quote by Karen Marie Moning Download Open image “Jericho Barrons was my poison now.” — Karen Marie Moning ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fever series Jericho Jericho barrons Poison
“I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand. He'd surely been… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Was that the sum total of my exsitence? I didn't get the erudition of 'I think therefore I am.' Instead I got 'I am,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die." -Seth — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Who's the little girl?" Don't speak, Barrons had told me on the way there, no matter what anyone says. I don't care how pissed… — 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
I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back from his… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch. "You mean the sidhe -seer place?"… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“It’s all black and white to you, isn’t it?” “Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha." -Mac and V'Lane” — Karen Moning Copy Share Image
“I thought you were disgusted by the people that come to my club.” “They’re still people.” He presses the button again. “If you go… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like each other… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand. He'd surely been… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over my head… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
