Karen Chance Quotes

Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

And why not?” “You know why! This is a bad idea.” “Perhaps I like a challenge.” “Perhaps you’re a glutton for punishment!” “Perhaps I am in love.

Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.

Prevarication, how divine! I always did get along better with sinners.

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the bed were real and would gut you.

Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.

Take them off!” I told him, grabbing the front of his jeans. “Take everything off!” “I’m trying!” “Try harder!

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

I was tops at the Scarlet O'Hara school of emotional distancing. I always thought about the uncomfortable stuff tomorrow, and, as everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

It's about time! It's supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.

I keep hitting [Escape], but I'm still here! --Unknown, but used by Karen Chance in "Hunt the Moon

So,high heels weren't a modern invention. I couldn't believe women had been putting up with these torture devices for centuries.

Fools fight; winners think.

I have to fix this,” I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. “If you want to help me, then help me. Don’t shield me, don’t protect me, don’t bury me alive. Help me .

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know. Thank you?

I’d never known that anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.

To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.

Then you must be willing to fight," Mircea responded. "Life is not a gift, Raphael; it's a challenge. Rise to it!

When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?

Stercus Accidit. [barren happens]

Yes, but knee pants are so much more flattering. You can see my legs." You want people to see your legs?" I have very nice legs!" We both paused to admire them for a moment.

I was alive, they were not. Go Me. (Touch the Dark)

I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he’d brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.

I'm about to rupture something," he was informed, as the big, gaily wrapped box she was carrying smacked into the small of his back again. She had an uncanny ability to hit the same spot every time.

..."I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout.

You could say I'm on the troubleshooting squad." "Troubleshooting?" He put a hand on the back of his waistband. "I see trouble and I shoot it.

Mess with my weed again and I’ll be informing Daddy that there was an early casualty on the mission.” I saw him wince at my designation for Mircea and grinned.

This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes

You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off.

You know, I've lived a long time," he told me, massaging my calf more firmly now. "And I met a lot of people. But I ain't never met a woman made me want to beat her to death as often as you.

War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.

Think you can maybe not die for five minutes?" "I'll try,"I told him seriously. "You know, if anyone else said that, it would be funny.

If I'm not supposed to be awake, why are you here?" I mumbled. "To be the little spoon.

Come and take your seat, Lady Dorina.

Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.” I did a quick translation. “Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?” He grinned. “It sounds better in French.” Yeah, but did it taste better?

Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand.

The Lord Protector and his hair got off the elevator.

I thought there was a good chance the fridge was possessed. It was subtle about it, but I had its number. I knew its ways. Oh yes.

Nobody said anything that time. Or maybe I just wasn’t listening. After all, someone had to keep an eye on the fridge.