You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man." "Screw you, Barrons." "I'm not that man, either. Karen Marie Moning More Quotes by Karen Marie Moning More Quotes From Karen Marie Moning It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it. Karen Marie Moning sticks faces laughing We're taking back the night Karen Marie Moning night Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try. Karen Marie Moning little-faith littles trying You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me? Karen Marie Moning leather rainbow hated Temptation isn't a sin that you triumph over once, completely and then you're free. Temptation slips into bed with you each night and helps you say your prayers. It wakes you in the morning with a friendly cup of coffee, and knows exactly how you take it. Karen Marie Moning coffee prayer morning Liminal sucks. You can't grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can't make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner, or avoid the in-betweens. You can only hang in there, and get through them. Karen Marie Moning growing-up midnight hands 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 crazy girl baby Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar Karen Marie Moning done wish Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not. Karen Marie Moning able stupid calling And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice. Karen Marie Moning sarcasm sorry mean There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac Karen Marie Moning macs three earth Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me. Karen Marie Moning flirting grief eye Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-lined and six feet under. Karen Marie Moning home heart thinking If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair? Karen Marie Moning black hair beach The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing? Karen Marie Moning thanks kind persons As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured. Karen Marie Moning jeans girl summer Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart. Karen Marie Moning lust heart blood I go inside my head and become that other me, the one I don't tell anybody about. The observer... I live in terror that one day I won't get to be Dani again. Karen Marie Moning observers terror one-day Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side. Karen Marie Moning evil air opposites If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica Karen Marie Moning girl eye dark