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181 " The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today "
― Kelley Armstrong , Omens (Cainsville, #1)
182 " Don't talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all. "
― Kelley Armstrong , The Summoning (Darkest Powers, #1)
183 " The Fates teleported me to the ascended angels staff lounge. It wasn't called that, naturally. We weren't staff. This wasn't a job. It was a calling. An honor. A noble mission. Bullshit. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Angelic (Otherworld Stories, #9.3)
184 " I’m not a shrink. Never been to one. Shot a couple. Don’t think that counts. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Wild Justice (Nadia Stafford, #3)
185 " There is no freedom from the prison of the mind. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Visions (Cainsville, #2)
186 " A suitably sultry voice answered his office phone. I gave my name, and she checked to see if Mr. Walsh was in. Given that Grace said he was the only lawyer at his firm, one wouldn’t think she’d need to check "
187 " As they neared the spot from which the noise had come, Moria saw a hand lying on the pathway. It appeared to be attached to a body, which was a relief. Again, these days, one could not guarantee such a thing. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Forest of Ruin (Age of Legends, #3)
188 " I can't stop wanting to help, and by 'help,' I really mean guide, and by 'guide,' I really mean protect. That has nothing to do with you and whether you can take care of yourself. It's about me and what I want, which is to make life easier for you, because I know it isn't easy and it's only getting harder, and I'm scrambling madly to smooth those rough edges before you get hurt. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Living with the Dead (Women of the Otherworld, #9)
189 " I’m presuming, though, that breaking and entering isn’t your intent, unless you bring a lawyer in tow, should you be caught.” He pursed his lips. “That could be convenient. "
190 " Cwn Annwn,” I said. “I think I’m finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Deceptions (Cainsville, #3)
191 " Walshes had been taking advantage of gullibility and stupidity ever since they conned their fellow cavemen out of their spears. Highwaymen, pirates, swindlers, and card sharks . . . their family history was both colorful and dark. "
192 " There were women, too. They were a little more what I expected. Tight jeans. Tank tops without bras. Evening makeup at noon. Jersey hair. The general vibe varied from “wouldn’t look out of place on a corner of 47th” to “could work at a really nice strip club. "
193 " The sense that the only thing better than being alone would be to be with someone who made you feel as safe and comfortable as you did when you were alone. He rose on his elbow to look down at Olivia. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Rituals (Cainsville, #5)
194 " Guess it didn't matter if it was a group home or summer camp, guys and their stomachs didn't change. "
195 " A Bad Omen is a warning. A sign to stop and reconsider. Proceed with caution. "
196 " Yeah, I know. These days, weird is my life. I should get that on a T-shirt. "
197 " Comfort and reassurance and a wordless understanding that there is always darkness. In some part of us, there is absolute darkness, as much as we wish otherwise. As much as we pretend otherwise. Anders shifts "
― Kelley Armstrong , City of the Lost (Rockton, #1)
198 " I want limits, damn it. I’ll accept omens and portents and second sight. I’ll accept giant black hounds and creepy ravens and magpies. I’m still working out the fae and Wild Hunt thing. But I draw the line at people disappearing into thin air. "
199 " A lot of stories about me getting into trouble start with a girl. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Missing
200 " For the last hour of our trip Jeremy ran through the do’s and don’ts. Most of them were don’ts. The simple act of dining now came with even more rules than Miss Fishton had for the kindergarten sandbox. I couldn’t raid the icebox. I couldn’t ask anyone except Jeremy for between-meal snacks. I had to eat with utensils. I had to chew with my mouth shut. I had to sit with the other Pack youth. I couldn’t touch any food before everyone older than I had taken their share. I couldn’t take seconds until everyone older than I had taken seconds. I couldn’t eat other people’s scraps. I couldn’t eat food I found on the floor. With all these rules I began to fear I might have to starve, rather than risk disobedience. I hoped it’d be a short weekend. "
― Kelley Armstrong , Savage (Otherworld Stories, #0.03)