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Quotes About Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
“If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given.”
Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared.

I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence.

Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!"

I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!”
Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

Karen Marie Moning
“I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.
Never will.
He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.”
Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

Karen Marie Moning
“I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

Karen Marie Moning
“When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.”
Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning
“It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.”
Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

Karen Marie Moning
“Bring it on, Tinker Bell.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

Karen Marie Moning
“The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch.

"You mean the sidhe-seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken.

"No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe-seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place."

"I don't get it."

"I know. That's why you're hopping.”
Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

Karen Marie Moning
“There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.”
Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

Karen Marie Moning
“Good night, Lisa. Sleep with the angels."
Her eyes stung from quick tears. It had been her mother's nightly benediction: Sleep with the angels. But then he added words her mother never had: "Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Highlander's Touch

Karen Marie Moning
“She smiled radiantly at the shield, pretending it was Dageus. The three simple words just didn't seem like enough. Love was so much larger than words.

"I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you more than chocolate. I love you more than the whole world is big." She paused, thinking, searching for a way to explain what she felt. "I love you more than artifacts. I love you so much it makes my toes curl just thinking about it."

Pushing her hair back from her face, she donned her most sincere expression. "I love you."

"You can have the confounded shield if you love it that much, lass," Dageus said, sounding utterly bewildered. Chloe felt all the blood drain from her face.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?"

-Adam to Gabrielle”
Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“Chloe-lass:
If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go.
...
I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You.
Dageus

-In a letter”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”
Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning
“She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside.

-Gibraltar to Quinn”
Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior

Karen Marie Moning
“Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.”
Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning
“I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.”
Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

Karen Marie Moning
“Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded.
"Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly.
Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.”
Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head.
You asked if I believed in God.
I told you of course I do- I've always had a strong sense of self.

Your house is quiet now, you're sleeping upstairs and I'm alone with this blasted, idiotic book that purports to tally the sum of my life, and fact is, maybe I do.
But maybe, ka-lyrra, your God doesn't believe in me.

-- From The (Greatly Revised) Black Edition Of The O'Callaghan Book of the Sin Siriche Du”
Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them.

-Drustan to Gwen”
Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he
whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.”
Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist

Karen Marie Moning
“He even moved like an animal, fluid strength and surety. And all the devil ever wants in exchange, a small voice said warningly, is a soul.
Oh, puh-lease, Chloe rebuked herself sternly. He's a man, nothing more. A big, beautiful, sometimes scary man, but that's all.
Graceful as a stalking tiger, the big, beautiful, scary man dropped into a crouch on the ground before her, his dark eyes glinting in the shadowy night. They knelt mere inches apart. When he spoke, his words were painstakingly articulated, as if speaking was an immense effort. His words were carefully spaced, tight, coming in rushes, with
pauses between.
"I will give you. Every. Artifact I own. If you kiss. Me and ask no. Questions."
"Huh?" Chloe gaped.
"No questions," he hissed. He shook his head violently, as if trying to scatter something from it.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“Drustan raked a hand through his hair and fumbled in the dark for the door. When it didn't budge, a part of him was unsurprised. Yet another part of him met the fact with a kind of glad resignation.
She wanted battle? Battle she would get. It would be a pleasure to have it out with her finally. Once he'd ripped the door from the framing, he would exact vengeance upon her wee body with gleeful abandon. No more honorable I-won't-touch-you-because-I'm-betrothed. Nay he'd touch her. Any damn place and any damn way he wanted to. As many times as he wanted to. Until she begged and whimpered beneath him. She'd been trying to drive him mad? Well, he was giving in to it. He would act like the animal she made him feel like being. The hell with Anya, the hell with duty and honor, the hell with discipline. He needed to tup. Her. Now.”
Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“Swallowing hard, she looked at him.
He raised his eyes from the frothy concoction on his spoon at the precise moment she looked up, and their gazes
locked over the length of the polished wood table. Where would you drip whipped cream on him, Lisa? The answer
came with frightening swiftness and conviction: Everywhere. She wanted to explore his body, the hard ripples, the smooth skin. The candlelight bathed his olive skin with a golden hue, and his dark good looks were set off perfectly by his linen shirt and the splash of black and crimson draped across his chest. He was mesmerizing.
"Are you hungry, lass?" He licked his spoon languidly. She couldn't tear her gaze away. "No. I've eaten quite
enough," she managed.
"You seem to be watching my dessert most intently. Are you certain there isn't something else you wish to sate your appetite?"
Besides you to remove your clothing, lie on the table, and let me finger paint you with whipped cream, you mean?
"Nope," she said casually. "Not a thing." She watched him for a moment; he still had a great deal of dessert left. How was she going to get through this?”
Karen Marie Moning, The Highlander's Touch

Karen Marie Moning
“Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. That’s the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.”
Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

Karen Marie Moning
“Her eyes narrowed, and her lips parted around a knowing laugh. "Oh. It's you."
"Pardon?" He was taken aback. "Do we know each other, lass?" He was quite certain they didn't; he could never have
forgotten this woman. The enticing manner in which her lips were currently pursed would have been seared into his
memory.
"The answer is no. I don't know you. But every other woman in this room does. Duncan Douglas, isn't it?" she said dryly.
Duncan studied her face. Although she was young-perhaps no more than twenty-she had a regal bearing beyond her years. "I do have some reputation with the lasses," he conceded, downplaying his prowess, confident of her impending maidenly swoon.
The look she gave him was far from admiring. He did a double take when he realized her gaze was downright disparaging.
"Not something I care for in a man," she said coolly. "Thank you for your offer, but I'd sooner dance with last week's rushes. They would be less used. Who wants what everyone else has already had?" The words were delivered
in a cool, modulated tone, shaped by an odd accent he couldn't place. Quite finished with him, she presented her
back and resumed talking to her companion.
Duncan was immobilized by shock.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Highlander's Touch

Karen Marie Moning
“He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

Karen Marie Moning
“He kissed like no man she'd ever known. There was something about him, a rawness, an earthy sensuality that bordered on barbaric, something she'd never be able to explain to someone else. A woman had to be kissed by Dageus MacKeltar to fully understand how devastating it was. How it could bring a woman to her knees.”
Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander

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