The Killing Dance Quotes

“I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet.
Did you take it?"
Would I be calling you if I had?"
Maybe," I said. He laughed.
True, but I'm not going to take it."
Why not?"
Friendship."
Try again," I said.
I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you."
Comforting...”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how
wonderful it was.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“If you love someone, truly love them, you should never cause them pain. Never fill their eyes with something so close to grief.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane." - Anita”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“You can't kill us all, human.'
He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him.
"I don't think so."
"She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me.
"What is going on, Anita?"
"I think I've been adopted," I said.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.”
“I thought you'd chase cars,” I said.
He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
I'd feel better if I could guard your back."
You're going to do that with a rifle from the closest hill, remember."
Night vision and scope, fine, but I can't kill them all from a distance."
You couldn't kill them all if you were johnny on the spot, either," I said.
No but I'd feel better."
Worried about me?" He shrugged.
I'm your bodyguard. If you die under my protection, the other bodyguards will make fun of me." It took me a second to realize he was making a joke. Harley looked back at him with an almost surprised look. I don't think either of us heard humor from Edward much.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said.
"That can be arranged."
"Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean."
"Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies."
I stared at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them.
"If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I can't handle any deep, dark plots tonight, okay?"
He smiled and gave a low, sweeping bow, never taking his eyes off me. The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away.
I shook my head. He WAS up to something. Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly become something else. One thing I could always depend on what Jean-Claude. Pain in the ass that he was, he always seemed to be there. Dependable in his own twisted way. Jean-Claude dependable? I must have been more tired than I thought.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I could probably have made the head shot from the railing, but with an unfamiliar gun, it was too risky. I didn't want to accidentally shoot the woman in the head. Killing the hostage is always frowned upon.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I look like a biker slut from hell meets soldier of fortune pinup.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I have lived for over three hundred years. In that time, the ideal of beauty has changed many times. Large breasts, small, thin, curved, tall, short, they have all been the height of beauty at one time or another. But in all that time, ma petite, I have never desired anyone the way I desire you."
- Jean-Claude”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“There are only two things you can do when you're dressed like Barbie Does Bondage; you can be embarrassed or you can be aggressive. Guess what my choice was.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I am always sincere, ma petite, even when I lie." - Jean Claude”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“If they cheat, can I shoot them?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“If I let you get killed, the other bodyguards will make fun of me.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“It's that you're not outraged that someone's trying to kill you. Your just accept it, almost like it's normal. It isn't normal"
"Assassins aren't normal, even for me, Richard" I said.
"Just vampires, zombies, and werewolves" he said.
I smiled. "Yeah.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I don’t know whether to yell at you or hug you.’ ‘I affect a lot of people that way,”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“A gold chain cut across her forehead with a diamond the size of my thumb in it. More diamonds burned like white fire at her throat. She was absolutely naked except for a sprinkling of gold body glitter, done thick enough on her nipples to make them seem metallic. A diamond anklet glittered on her right ankle. Three gold chains rode low on her hips, and that was it. And I’d complained about my outfit.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“There are only two things you can do when you’re dressed like Barbie Does Bondage; you can be embarrassed or you can be aggressive. Guess what my choice was. I”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Richard stood, running his fingers through his thick hair, getting it out of his face, and showing his chest off to good advantage. For the first time, I wondered if he’d done it on purpose. I searched his face for that edge of teasing that Jean-Claude had, that knowledge that even that simple movement touched me. There was nothing. Richard’s face was guileless, handsome, empty of ulterior motives. I exchanged glances with Jean-Claude. He shrugged. “If you do not understand him, do not look to me. I am not in love with him.” Richard looked puzzled. “Did I miss something?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn’t bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn’t bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I’d do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“In some ways you are as sentimental as Richard,’ she said. 'But you could kill us, all of us, even Stephen’s brother, and feel nothing.’
I met her honey brown eyes and said, 'I’d feel something.’
'What?’ she asked.
'Safer,’ I said.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“Wait a minute," Richard said. "You're betting that the two of you are better than a professional assassin. That you'll get to him before he gets to Anita."
We both nodded.
"What if you're not better?"
Edward looked at him like he'd said the sun wouldn't rise tomorrow.
"Edward will be better," I said.
"You'd bet your life on that?" Richard asked.
"I am betting my life on that," I said.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“I felt naked without the Browning, which was kind of funny, considering I had an Uzi in my suitcase. But hey, I slept with the Browning. Richard”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance

“The desk lamp was the only light in the room. The vampire had requested the overheads be turned out. His name was Sabin, and he stood against the far wall, huddling in the dark. He was covered head to foot in a black, hooded cape. He looked like something out of an old Vincent Price movie. I’d never seen a real vampire dress like that. The”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Killing Dance