965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don’t walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you’re never really alive again.

She’s too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I’m becoming.

They may have stolen my past, but I’ll never let them take my future.

Bloody hell, Ms. Lane, how many “buts” are you going to throw at me besides the only one I want? He rakes a hungry gaze over my ass and I shiver.

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don’t get the role too often.

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I’ve learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person’s moral fiber? Weren’t we made of sterner stuff?

You’d do a Highland husband proud, lass,” he whispered.

Criminally young, he charged, and I can’t argue. But I can change.