Agatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue FAE will do so."" Like yourself?"" Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted."" Really," she said dryly. "Except for me," he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.

— Karen Marie Moning

A lamb in a city of wolves.

— Karen Marie Moning

And Mega has a crush on Chester."" I do not!"" Do too, Mega."" He's like, old!"" How old, Christian says."" Like at least thirty or something." Lor laughs. " Fucking ancient, ain't it, kid?"" Dude," I agree. I like For.

— Karen Marie Moning

And there, my dear Fit, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it.

— Karen Marie Moning

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

— Karen Marie Moning

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

— Karen Marie Moning

As he fills me, I wonder if—in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume—we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the surrounding air, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the surrounding space changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barron's sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I—“—hated you for it,” he says gently. That was my line.“I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.” I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.

— Karen Marie Moning

Attitude shapes reality.

— Karen Marie Moning

Barron's: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

— Karen Marie Moning

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. Furthermore, he'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.

— Karen Marie Moning