675 Quotes by Darynda Jones

Did you really think that when I learned my celestial name, I'd leave? I'd forget all about you?""You did leave. You did forget all about me.""That's different.""The pain was just real."He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as though his life depended on it.

Wait.” I looked around. “How did you get here?”“I ran.”I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his menu, I said, “You called a cab.”“But I ran to the cab when it got to the cemetery.

If he didn't hate me so much and he wasn't an evil supernatural being, I'd be on him like black on Cookie's toast.That woman could not make toast.

Hey,” the man said, raising his hands in surrender, “I don’t have any issues with you, Farrow. You know that.”“Then we have an understanding, but just in case you’re thinking of somehow repeating history and trying to control me through her,” he said, arching a brow in warning, “do you remember how fast I am? How deadly?”Navarra nodded without hesitation.Reyes leaned toward him and raised his own hand to cover part of his mouth as though telling a secret. “She’s faster.

And you practically raped that biker guy, which, by the way, what the fuck was that about? Scraping the bottom of the barrel there, Charles.”“And that barrel is hot.” I looked down at Artemis. “And Donovan’s genuine. He would sell me to the highest bidder for a carburetor, and we both know it.

I watched as Reyes fell, a scream I couldn't hear wrenched from my throat as I waited for him to do something. For him to react. To save himself. It was Reyes, after all. He could do anything.

Reyes and I sat arm in arm in the back of the rented SUV. He seemed relieved. Happy.

Uncle Bob answered, his tone brusque. “What have you got?”“Besides great boobs?” I asked.“On the case.”He was so testy.

I still had my hand on his side, careful nit to press. He reached out and hooked a finger into the belt loop on my jeans. It felt so natural, so fulfilling, to be there with him. To talk with him as if we did it everyday. As if we'd been doung it every day for years. Not even the heat,of Ian's fury could penetrate the warmth I was getting from Reyes.