965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a perniciousFae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?”I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is Englishyour second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word.“Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.

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, therefore I want to fuck Jericho Barrons.

He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?""Jericho""Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight.My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I becalling pubs poos?""Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.