293 Quotes About Muse

I had yet to convince the powers-that-be that I was mentally stable. I knew something they didn’t; I hadn’t ever been mentally stable, and it was unlikely I ever would be.

I had control issues, enough emotional baggage to excite a team of psychiatrists, and—thanks to my demon half—a penchant for snap decisions driven by instinct. And that was when my demon was subdued. When she came to the party, I was as stable as a nuclear reactor on meltdown.

He had no right to look so accommodating when I knew the sort of man he really was; the sort who sacrificed his own son in the name of science, the sort who used his daughter to entrap a Prince of Hell. I’d known demons more human than Adam Harper.

I’d summoned enough of my element from beyond the veil to ignite a near-nuclear reaction and then snuffed it out instead of unleashing it. The fact that I was still alive was a miracle, and I suspected it was something to do with PC34. I’d slapped my demon right back down, shoved her in a box, and stuffed her away in some dark mental hiding place. When she came back she was going to be pissed.

It was my turn to smile. “I’m not all bad.” Her grin faded, and her eyes cooled. “Half-blood turned Enforcer? You’re about as bad as they get.

You realize, half-bloods are impossible. A human body shouldn’t be able to contain an elemental demon. It’s physically and mentally impossible. Something about how you and your demon are tied together goes beyond scientific explanation. You shouldn’t exist. It’s a wonder you’re not a jabbering lunatic.

Well, it beat being tied to a bed and drugged up to the eyeballs.

The air I dragged through my teeth strummed with frequencies beyond human interpretation. Power. Chaos. Home.

Muse is not to be so easily dismissed. She is quite capable of turning your insides to ash before you can draw breath to apologize.