Devon Monk Quotes

He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.

I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.

I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.

Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who’s a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney’s a ferocious gargoyle.

Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!

Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.

Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.

Rock, meet stubborn place.

But it is clear to me that our survival—both yours and mine—will be dictated by how well you and I can work together.” “So we’re screwed?

I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.

I think you’re possessed.” “Old news.” “Huh. Anyone I know?” “My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.

For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.

Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.

Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.

Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.

... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain.

... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.

The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.

Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read.

Apparently loved did weird things to a girl's practical decision-making skills - Matilda