If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given.
Karen Marie MoningTag: binding druid highlander karen-marie-moning moning vow
She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside.
-Gibraltar to Quinn
Tag: karen-marie-moning to-tame-a-highland-warrior
When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.
Karen Marie MoningTag: karen-marie-moning darkfever
Good night, Lisa. Sleep with the angels."
Her eyes stung from quick tears. It had been her mother's nightly benediction: Sleep with the angels. But then he added words her mother never had: "Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms.
Tag: karen-marie-moning cin lisa the-highlanders-touch
I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared.
I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence.
Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!"
I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!
Tag: karen-marie-moning mac barrons bloodfever
I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.
Karen Marie MoningTag: karen-marie-moning dreamfever
You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them.
-Drustan to Gwen
Tag: karen-marie-moning gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander
I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.
Never will.
He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.
Tag: karen-marie-moning fever-series shadowfever
The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch.
"You mean the sidhe-seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken.
"No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe-seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place."
"I don't get it."
"I know. That's why you're hopping.
Tag: karen-marie-moning fever-series faefever barrons mackayla
Bring it on, Tinker Bell.
Karen Marie MoningTag: karen-marie-moning barrons dreamfever
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