A hand touched my shoulder, shaking me. I was back on the bus. It was dark and warm, and I just wanted to sleep, but Chloe kept shaking my who

— Kelley Armstrong

And they certainly wouldn’t take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

— Kelley Armstrong

Another night then,' Mom said. 'Maybe on the weekend we can have a barbecue and invite your sister.' 'Or,' I said turning to Race, 'if you want to skip the whole awkward meet-the-family social event you could just submit your life story including your view on politics religion and every social issue imaginable along with anything else you think they might need to conduct a thorough background check.' Mom sighed. 'I really don't know why we even bother trying to be subtle around you.' 'Neither do I. It's not like he isn't going to realize he's being vetted as daughter-dating material.' Race grinned. 'So we are dating.' 'No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate.' I turned to my parents. 'We have Kenji. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't yet officially dating I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need.' Dad choked on his coffee.

— Kelley Armstrong

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three FS of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

— Kelley Armstrong

Antonio-"Just in time, Pete. Five more minutes of reading this, and she'd have been in a coma." Peter-"Are we such bad company that you'd rather hide out in here reading that old thing?

— Kelley Armstrong

As a vampire, you must accept that every person you ever know will die, and you are the only constant in your life, the only person you can—and should—rely on.

— Kelley Armstrong

As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.

— Kelley Armstrong

A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.

— Kelley Armstrong

Behind us, the man laughed. "Looks like we aren't the only ones looking for a little diversion. There's an empty office over there, guys." Marten raised his hand in thanks. The couple moved on. I let the kiss continue for five more seconds, then pulled away. "They're gone," I said. Marten frowned, as if surprised-and disappointed-that I'd noticed. I tugged my hair from his hands. "Okay, coast clear," I said. "Let's go." He let out a small laugh. "I see I need to brush up on my kissing." "No, you have that down pat." "She says with all the excitement of a teacher grading a math quiz..." "A-plus. Now let's move. Before someone else comes along.

— Kelley Armstrong

Chloe. Always Chloe with him and his brother. I know I sound like a whiny brat when I complain, but I think I have a good reason. I’d just discovered that I was a witch and my mother was a bitch—the murderous kind. Furthermore, I was now on the run with three kids who didn’t want me along. No matter how hard I tried to keep up and help out, the guys only cared about Chloe. If I ran in front of this bus to push her to safety, they’d race to her side to see if she was okay. Probably give me crap for bruising her when I shoved her out of the way.

— Kelley Armstrong