965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for.

When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he’d finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. “My turn?” Dageus teased.

I’d vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I’d been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

The heart has its own mind, measures its own time, and if it consults with the brain, doesn’t always heed the advice. My brain was screaming – stop hurting already. To a deaf audience.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.

He didn’t just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

It was a risky thing he’d just done, of a certain, because if she never agreed, Drustan MacKeltar would ache endlessly for her. His heart trapped by the binding spell, he would sense her eternally, would love her eternally. But should she one day choose to freely give the words back, the bond would intensify a thousandfold. He could live for such a hope.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I’m afraid we don’t have any thighs left.