When I leaned a little too close to the doorway, my inner voice piped up, telling me not to be stupid. The guy with the bionic senses was better equipped for this. Kelley Armstrong More Quotes by Kelley Armstrong More Quotes From Kelley Armstrong when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative. Kelley Armstrong bailtoughcreative Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance. Kelley Armstrong childhoodignorancekids He was trying to tell me something.' Derek snorted. 'Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement. Kelley Armstrong ghostdangertrying Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid. Kelley Armstrong wowguystupid I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake. Kelley Armstrong missing-someonedreammistake It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it. Kelley Armstrong devilsoulnoses That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better. Kelley Armstrong being-crazyfinecrazy No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be. Kelley Armstrong harshdeceitlying If you say ‘we’re in this together,’ I’m going to hurl. Kelley Armstrong ifstogether I glanced up to see Liz and smiled. "Thank you." "I just went along for the ride. After that happened-" She waved at Derek. "You know how blind people need Seeing Eye dogs? Well, apparently werewolves could really use Opening Door poltergeists. Kelley Armstrong eyedogdoors I had to take responsibility, even if it meant saying no to an authority figure, because I was the authority on me. Kelley Armstrong saying-noauthorityresponsibility The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony. Kelley Armstrong rottweilersintimidationnext-steps Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented. Kelley Armstrong dementeddeparted I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and broken glass everywhere, and it was so dark and so cold and no one was coming to help. Kelley Armstrong motherfatherlying Young writers need to be encouraged to write - just write - with no restrictions on form, style or content. Kelley Armstrong stylewritingneeds Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading. Kelley Armstrong storytellingpassionreading And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won’t get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas Kelley Armstrong vegasswearguy Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse. Kelley Armstrong lossrememberfriendship Maybe my expectations for honesty are too high. Kelley Armstrong honestyexpectations Then he reached up and tore my shirtfront open. "Not much to see, is there?" I said, struggling to talk with a crushed windpipe. "I know, I know, they can fix things like that these days. Call me a feminist, but I think a woman's worth should be defined not by the size of her bust, but - " I rammed my fist up into his Adam's apple. He grunted and stumbled back. "- by the strength of her right hook. Kelley Armstrong applesstrugglethinking
