J. N. Andrews Quotes
A slice of hot, buttered toast is the perfect meal. It's not too much and not too little, and it gives you just the right buzz.
My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself.
Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!
I play with my grandchildren. I tend to my garden, which I love. Of course, I love to read, and family is really what it's all about.
No matter what happens, you will always be Pack. Because you have that loyalty and restraint. Not human, not whatever, but Kate. Unique and different, but not separate.
I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.
I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy.
I am a teacher and the reason I'm a teacher is because I'm learning as hard as I can. I'm not any different from anybody else. I am searching and having some success finding answers.
One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.
If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.
It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.
It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?
Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.
Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.
Why had I wasted all my time pretending to be someone I wasn't? I was tired, so very, very tired of standing on my own brakes. I felt...right. I felt free.
Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.
Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. "A fine pair we make,” he said. "Yeah.
The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.
Shave that jaw, brush that hair, tone down the crazy in the eyes, and he would have to fight women off with that crossbow.
Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.
I always knew I had this voice, but it wasn't until I was in my 20s that I realized I had the power to do something with it.
He said “woman” in the same way I’d say “Mmmmm, yummy chocolate” after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.
Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.
The woman frowned. "I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.
We can do subtle," I assured her. "It's our middle name," Andrea added. For some odd reason Rene didn't look convinced.
Andrea raised her eyebrows. "Look at you, all high-speed." "Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something." Andrea held her hand out. "You'll jinx it.
Rene, you want us to find you-don't-know-who and to retrieve his you-don't-know-what for you-won't-tell-me-whom?
Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.
Does Curran not involve you in his strategic sessions?” Ghastek asked. “Nope, I’m just here to look pretty.
You sure you don't need your Prince Charming to come and save you?" The knot in my stomach evaporated. My Prince Charming huh. "Sure, do you have one handy?
