965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

Barrons gets my beast, thinks she's beautiful.

Why have you chosen to spare me?”“I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.”“Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.”“I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered.”“Ha.

I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo. I’d like to tell you that the monster under the bed is rarely as bad as your fear of it, but in my experience it’s almost always worse.

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 have sex. I’d once caught Natalie and Rick, two people I know for a fact can’t stand each other, banging away in the bathroom at The Brickyard. When later I’d asked her what had changed, she’d said nothing, she still couldn’t stand him, but he’d sure looked hot tonight. Doesn’t anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is?

Hope strengthens. Fear kills.

I moved to the counter. A note was propped on the register. Welcome home, Ms. Lane. “Arrogant, overconfident jackass.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

Unmute yourself,” I demanded. “I. Am. Not. Muted.” Did he ever sound pissed!

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 white. There are no shades of it.