Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand,” Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.
Perhaps the moths knew what he didn’t, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.
Don’t carry sins that aren’t yours.
Power was supposed to be used for the protection of those you cared about, not for selfishness.
To the fans of the Night Huntress series, thank you for letting Cat and Bones into your lives. This one’s for you!
I am a vampire,” I said, and backed away from the ledge.
If Hell could fart, it would smell like this.
Cat Raven.” An abbreviation of Catherine, and the hair color of the first man who tried to kill me. See? Sentimental.
To family, whether by blood or by affection. We’d all be lesser people without them.
Come on, Kitten, jump. Or I’ll throw you off.” “You throw me off this bridge, Bones, and you’ll have a lot of celibacy in your future!” His lips curled in a way that said he wasn’t worried. “Only means I’d have to work harder to change your mind, and you know how I love my work. Now quit stalling.
Don’t hide for anyone,” he stated, pushing my hair off my shoulder. “Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools.
There is only one way to fight, and that’s dirty. Clean, gentlemanly fighting will get you nowhere but dead, and fast. Take every cheap shot, every low blow, absolutely kick people when they’re down, and then maybe you’ll be the one who walks away. Remember that. You’re in a fight to the death. This isn’t a boxing match. You can’t win by scoring the most points.
I drove a bike here. Fancy a ride on it?” “A motorcycle?” No, that wouldn’t do. No trunk to carry his body in, and I wasn’t about to balance it on the handlebars.
He smiled, showing lovely squared teeth. All the better to bite you with, my dear.
Ian was egotistical, perverted, and morally bankrupt, but he wasn’t prone to overreacting about anything except involuntary abstinence.
Tammy looked at the knife again. “I don’t know... ” Bones let out an exasperated noise. “Justina, come here and show her how it’s done.” My mother looked more surprised than Tammy had when the whole conversation began. I was taken aback, too. “You want me to stab you?” my mother asked in disbelief. Bones gave her an impish grin. “Come on, Mum. How many times have you dreamed about that?
I love you, Leila, nothing else matters.
As if I’d settle for anything less than making you completely mine, as soon as possible.
Ian,” Mencheres said in a chiding tone. “You should have at least gotten dressed.
What has been destroyed can never be resurrected, but it can be rebuilt, so that is what we will do, Leila. Rebuild.