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161 " I haven’t been kidnapped in years, and no one hardly ever tries to murder me anymore. "
― Hailey Edwards , How to Survive an Undead Honeymoon (The Beginner's Guide to Necromancy, #8)
162 " Life is too short not to tell the people who matter that you love them, "
― Hailey Edwards , Old Dog, New Tricks (Black Dog, #4)
163 " He had embraced all the broken parts of me, and I was just as willing to love all his jagged pieces. "
― Hailey Edwards , How to Live an Undead Lie (The Beginner's Guide to Necromancy, #5)
164 " A guy who cooked, cleaned and looked good while doing it? Cha-ching. "
165 " thumped my foot and hissed out an odd squeal. A sigh filled my ears. Faint shuffling as the púca edged nearer. “You’re doing it wrong.” The voice gentled. “You can’t speak in this form. No one can. You’re going to have to give your skin a voice. Go on. Think it. Let magic speak for you. It’s the only way.” Pick a voice? Think it? Crazy as it sounded, what did I have to lose? I focused the same as I did when willing magic into my palm, only this time I envisioned the memory of how my voice sounded to me. I would die before admitting it out loud, but I visualized it as a thought bubble forming over my head. “I’m Macsen "
― Hailey Edwards , Heir of the Dog (Black Dog, #2)
166 " Don’t worry. I have an idea.” More dangerous words I had never spoken. "
― Hailey Edwards , Promise the Moon (Lorimar Pack #1)
167 " Friends don’t let friends flatter unnecessarily. "
― Hailey Edwards , How to Save an Undead Life (Beginner's Guide to Necromancy, #1)
168 " Eyes are windows to the soul.” His voice rang with profound meaning I couldn’t grasp. Deep-chested baying alerted us to the approaching pack. Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades. “Curtains are half off at JCPenney,” I snapped. “What’s your point? "
169 " a driver who thinks stop signs are suggestions and red lights are decorative accents. "
― Hailey Edwards , Lie Down with Dogs (Black Dog, #3)
170 " My feeble attempts at ignoring Boaz were about as successful as the time I tried resuscitating a T-rex skeleton at a natural history museum when I was eight. "
171 " wet spots "
172 " I have thoughts, I start to voice them, and then she finishes for me with her opinion,” Midas clarified. “It’s not finishing my sentences so much as tweaking them until I’m saying what she wants to hear. "
― Hailey Edwards , Moment of Truth (The Potentate of Atlanta #5)
173 " A soul mate was the person who wielded the greatest power imaginable over you, the person who cupped your happiness in their hands. If the worst happened and the relationship crumbled, they used the power you so foolishly lent them to crush your dreams under their heels as they walked out of your life. Those same hands that had so delicately held your joy were plunged in your chest as they ripped your heart out by its roots. "
174 " The ride into town reached funeral-procession levels of somberness. "
175 " Now, I’m not saying I was eavesdropping on her phone calls. I’m just saying her voice carries, especially when I press my ear against her bedroom door. "
― Hailey Edwards , How to Break an Undead Heart (The Beginner's Guide to Necromancy, #3)
176 " Mai found me in our apartment hours after the magistrates dismissed me. I was curled up on our old brocade couch wearing Eeyore pajamas with a melting pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy on my lap. She walked through the door as episode fourteen in season eight of Supernatural ended, just in time to catch me wiping drool off my chin from watching Dean slide on his Clark Kent-style glasses. Life didn’t get better than this. How had I forgotten Netflix was my soul mate? "
177 " Our daughter exploded in a tunnel in Faerie, but here’s her spleen… "
178 " When we cut away that which hurts us most, that which remains compensates for the loss. "
179 " tetchy "
― Hailey Edwards , Gray Witch (Black Hat Bureau, #5)
180 " favors no one. Gods take credit for all good things while they ignore the bad that happens on their watches. Faith is for suckers. You have to make your own luck. "
― Hailey Edwards , Black Arts, White Craft (Black Hat Bureau, #2)