Tasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option. Mine’s pink withrhinestones.
If you fail to report within the next 12 hours. you will be terminated. If you attack any humans, you will be terminated. If you attempt to remove the tracking device, you will be terminated. We look forward to working with you.
I hate the vamp jobs. They think they’re so suave. It’s not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want to be all sexy, too. And trust me: vampires? Not. Sexy.
A true conversion is always only between a man and God.
Belief is not weakness. Faith is the greatest strength we can have.
What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?
I guess I can’t blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck
Being dead wasn’t supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless
Any other iron on you?” he asked impatiently.“Just my tongue stud.”His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror.“I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.
You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren’t logical or rational. They don’t obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic – you name it) that we do.
You’ll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.
Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!”Tasey!’ I counterd ‘Hot pink and sparkly!
Some victories are merely defeat wearing the wrong clothing
I cannot afford to lose you, too””You cannot lose something you do not own. Take me with you
There are other ways to beat someone than with fists.
I do not take orders from women.”“My men do not have a similar problem.” Lada lifted a hand. The man fell, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest.
I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry – There is a lot, oh, there is a lot – and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.
So the question becomes, Daughter of the Dragon, what will you sacrifice? What will you let be taken away so that you, too, can have power?
Religion was a means to an end. She had seen it wielded as a weapon. If she needed to use it, she would, but she would never allow herself to be used by it.
Lada had a sense for power–the fine threads that connected everyone around her, the way those threads could be pulled, tightened, wrapped around someone until they cut off the blood supply.Or snapped entirely.
I am yours,” she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.
Why must I always be a man’s servant?” Lada demanded. “If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.
Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country.
Lada made her face stone, her heart a mountain. A mountain that would never be pierced to let cold, clear water flow. “Nothing holds me here.
Those same fists had always defied everything expected of her.
Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we lose ourselves in darkness.
I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.
People respond to kindness. They trust a smile more than a promise that you will leave them choking on their own blood.
The last time she was up here, she had been… staring up at the sky and dreaming of stars. Now, she looked down and plotted flames.
Sometimes I wanted to take a memory – one perfect memory – curl up in it, and go to sleep.
…sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.
Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high — in need of a good spanking. — Good heavens, that sounded creepy.
In the daylight, order ruled, fences stood, how-do-you-do’s and polite nods were the recipe. But at night, darkness rendered everything still and hush and secret. Minnie was a curator of secrets.
Thank you for giving me another chance.””Thank you for deserving one.
This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.
Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.
What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?
It’s a lie, but it’s the lie he needs. I’m going to hell.
I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.
Because I am in love with you. Because I cannot be around you for fear you will finally see what is written across my heart. Because the pain of you is one I cannot bear
I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.
Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.
James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.
Lady’s mouth tasted like blood and iron all the time now. It tasted like defeat.
I wonder if anyone gets through childhood without being broken. I certainly did not.
And so she cut out her heart and offered it as a sacrifice. She would pay whatever price her mother Wallachia demanded.“Make me prince,” she said without feeling.
I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.
I let my face go blank and nodded slowly. “Yes. The trolls. Back. With me. Cannot form. Complete sentences.” I shook my head. “Yeah, so not happening.
Best to have only a few absolutely perfect trait – for example, my hair and eyes and sparkling personality – so you don’t overwhelm.
The door opens with a rusted jingle, and an animatronic Santa insults my moral virtue three times. Ho, ho, ho.
Marry me, Lada. It is the perfect solution.” Lada laughed. Mehmed’s smile grew, until he realized her laugh was not a sweet breeze of delight, but a brutal desert wind carrying stinging sand in its wake. “I will never marry.
Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.
Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.
I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.
Crazy must run in your family,” he says.“You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.
I closed my eyes. I used to think I was protecting the world, too. But it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was. Who were we to decide that anyone or anything didn’t deserve the spark of life they had been given?
If you are too weak to stand being hit and too stupid to avoid it, then you deserve more pain.
I am so filled with wrong I don’t remember what right is.
I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.
I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.
My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)
I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.
There is no such thing as cheating. There is only winning or losing.
You once told me some lives are worth more than others. How many deaths before the scales tipout of our favor?”She had no answer.
Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.
I wonder what it would be like to be with a boy who blushes when he looks at my skin.