Murder of Crows Quotes

“Are there weapons in a bookstore?'
'It's a store full of books, which are objects that can be thrown as well as read,' Monty replied blandly.
The Crows cocked his head. 'I had no idea you humans lived with so much danger.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Human females, they're kind of crazy during this time aren't they?

If you chose to believe the stories written by male writers.

They heard a bang and thump from the kitchen. Followed by Meg yelling at something.

That many males can't be wrong.”
― Anne Biship, Murder of Crows

“The cow-shaped cookies have a beef flavoring, the turkey-shaped cookies have a poultry flavoring, and..."

Jane held up one of the cookies. "Human-flavored?"

Meg stifled a sigh. That would be the first thing on her feedback list: don't make people-shaped cookies. The Wolves were way too interested and all of them leaped to a logical, if disturbing, expectation about the taste.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Do any of them realize that Simon Wolfgard is falling in love with Meg Corbyn? Monty wondered. Does Wolfgard understand his own response to the girl? What about Meg? How does she feel? What would the rest of the Others do if one of their kind did fall in love with a human?”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Okay. I picked up a movie to watch tonight. You can watch it with me if you like. It's a chick movie. Merri Lee said that means girls like it, not that there are small birds in it.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“If you try to quit I will eat you!”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie with him and pet him.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“I’ll see if I can find someone in the Toland Police Department who doesn’t use his brains to wipe his backside.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Wait! I'm the one who's supposed to chase!”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“I’ve done some research for my books and talked to a few humans, and they all said humans would use guns and knives and clubs for weapons.” The Crow nodded. “A screaming woman with a teakettle just doesn’t sound sufficiently dangerous.” “But she was! They were!” Alan said. “How would a human deal with them?”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“I'm confused."
"Where Meg is concerned, you've been confused since you met her.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“She kicked me off the bed!”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“And getting licked by someone furry wasn't threatening but being kissed by the non furred male was, which made sense when the furry and non furred were the same person. Wolf.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“He just hoped Meg leading the way didn’t mean all the blood prophets would do strange things to their hair.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“You may be small, but you kick like a moose. Which is something I’m telling the rest of the Wolves.”
Great just what she needed. Yep, that’s our Liasion. Meg Moosekicker.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Oh, no.
He was furry, not stupid.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“It was hard to be around Jean because he looked at her and saw what Meg’s future would have been if she hadn’t been brave enough to run away—and if Jean hadn’t been brave enough to stay.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“I’m not cs747,” she whispered defiantly as she shifted on her cot in order to lean back against the wall. “My name is Jean.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“She stared at him for a long moment. Then she put her hand in his . . . and broke his heart.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Are there weapons in a bookstore?” “It’s a store full of books, which are objects that can be thrown as well as read,” Monty replied blandly. The Crow cocked his head. “I had no idea you humans lived with so much danger.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Maybe you should go home and rest,” Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie and pet him. “Merri Lee is helping me make some sample packages of cookies,” Meg said, sounding like the only game she wanted to play right now was whack a Wolf.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Monty blinked. “On what charge, sir?” “On the charge of being a pain in my ass,” Burke growled. “And right now, that is good enough for an overnight stay in our facility.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Ms. Borden is Lizzy’s mother?”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Don’t absorb so much of what is human that you forget who you are. But if you must, do it for your own sake rather than for the benefit of the rest of us.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“When it comes to being selected for a thankless job, the man who leaves the room just before the vote is the fool who gets the job.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“I was kicking at something in the dream but Simon got in the way and fell off the bed. But I didn’t deliberately kick him out of bed. Off the bed. Whatever.” She paused. “He’s mad about it?”
“He’s limping, and everyone asks him why. It’s embarrassing for him because it’s amusing to the rest of us.”
“Well, he shouldn’t poke me with his nose when I’m having a bad dream!”
Henry’s booming laugh rang out. “I think he’s learned that lesson.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“They will never be human. But it occurred to me that who the Others choose as a template determines if they mimic the best or the worst of what it means to be human.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows

“Meg carried a purse when she went to the office or the Market Square, but it was small and didn’t hold anything of particular interest. He knew that because he’d looked.”
― Anne Bishop, Murder of Crows