Karen Marie Moning

Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and don__ give a damn, as long as they don__ get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it__ good.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

It's hard to say what makes the mind piece things together in a sudden lightning flash. I've come to hold the human spirit in the highest regard. Like the body, it struggles to repair itself. As cells fight off infection and conquer illness, the spirit, too, has remarkable resilience. It knows when it is harmed, and it knows she the harm is too much to bear. If it deems the injury too great, the spirit cocoons the wound, in the same fashion that the body forms a cyst around infection, until the time comes that it can deal with it.

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there__ be days like these. How could nobody tell me there__ be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that__appy and pink and stupid?

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off."Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer.

Men. Do they all evade as first line of defense?

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man__ ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly.""And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

You loved me.__t wasn__ a question, but he answered it readily. __ do. More than life. My heart. I didn__ just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn__ live. And I couldn__ breathe without you.___re you a man who has more than one heart?___ay. Only this one. But it__ bitter and dark now from the pain I__e brought you.

I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into the things that matter to him. Like Dani._"I don__ tell her no human matters to the boss like Dani.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

Missing Alina was worse than a terminal illness. At least when you were terminal you knew the pain was going to end eventually. But there was no light at the end of my tunnel. Grief was going to devour me, day into night, night into day, and although I might feel like I was dying from it, might even wish I was, I never would. I was going to have to walk around with a hole in my heart forever. I was going to hurt for my sister until the day I died. If you don't know what I mean or you think I'm being melodramatic, then you've never really loved anyone.

Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will do so.""Like yourself?""Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted.""Really," she said dryly. "Except for me," he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.