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“I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“You’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?�� Ragnor said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.��"No. No mark."He grinned around his fork. “I do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?”“I’m sure Will’s tried,�� said Jessamine.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Malcolm Fade smiled. “Welcome, little Shadowhunters. Few of your kind ever see the inner chambers of Hypatia Vex.��
“Is she welcome, I wonder?�� asked Hypatia, with a catlike smile. “Let her approach.��
Cordelia and Matthew advanced together, Cordelia moving cautiously around the rococo chairs and tables, gleaming with gilt and pearls. Close up, the pupils of Hypatia Vex’s eyes were the shape of stars: her warlock mark. “I cannot say I care for the idea of so many Nephilim infesting my salon. Are you interesting, Cordelia Carstairs?��
Cordelia hesitated.
“If you have to think about it,�� said Hypatia, “then you’re not.��
“That hardly makes sense,�� said Cordelia. “Surely if you do not think, you cannot be interesting.��
Hypatia blinked, creating the effect of stars turning off and on like lamps. Then she smiled. “I suppose you may stay a moment.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Threatening the High Warlock. Better and better. Maybe we should head down to vampire clan headquarters and punch Anselm Nightshade in the face.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“One of us," said Malcolm, "is worth five hundred of you. I can burn you to the ground in six seconds flat and use the ashes to stuff a teddy bear for my girlfriend. Not that I have a girlfriend at the moment," he added, "but one lives to hope.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself."
"The fancy feelings are mutual."
A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.”
― Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish

“Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?"
"Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.”
― Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish

“Hellions to the right, Hellions to the left
Hellions to the east the, Hellions to the west, above and below.
The pits of hell must be empty by now for they are all here around me.”
― A. White, The Devil on My Trail

“You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.”
― Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish

“Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?”
― Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish

“Iain MacGregor,�� she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss.
Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks—or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.
She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity.
The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.
“W��Ǵdz�Ǵ�!��
Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!��
Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.��
Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.
“Aye, freedom from your proper Cait,�� Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.
“Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again,�� a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin�� the wrong way!��
“Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me,�� Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.��
“I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.�� Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.��
“Oh, naked man,�� Jane teased before she could stop herself.
“That I am,�� Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.��
“I don’t think some things need explained,�� Jane said.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Is he all right?" Jane asked.
"Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel," Angus said.
"Or his shadow...”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”
― Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish

“Ya smell like honey," he said.
"I'm allergic to bees," she whispered.
"I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "Oh, lassie."
"Oh, naked man," Jane teased before she could stop herself.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal---" Annabelle tried to break in.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush."
"Are you... drunk?”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“You're a walking Christmas light?"
"No," he said a little defensively. "I'm a powerful warlock.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“I don't want to move out of bed."
"I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck.
She nodded.
"Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?”
― Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter

“I sighed. “What’s a couple of bullets to the chest when compared to a grenade? Bulletproof vests are great things. Every girl should have one.��

Blain, RJ (2014-05-11). Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1452-1453). Pen & Page Publishing. Kindle Edition.”
― R.J. Blain, Inquisitor

“If there were to be such a thing as a witch, may God have mercy to retrieve their souls from His son.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“He frowned. "Naked baby photos should be outlawed."
She closed the photo album. "So tell me, do you still have those cute dimples on your ass?”
― Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter

“Trent pumped his arm as if he'd just hit the jackpot. "Thank God. If I had to hear about one more incident with that squirrel-shifter, I was going to shoot myself."
"Squirrel-shifter? Are you fucking kidding me?" Jace raised an eyebrow in a look that said, Do I even want to know?
"Some half squirrel, half man has been showing up naked in people's backyards out in the suburbs. Soccer moms tend to be a little alarmed when a nude man nibbling on acorns is perched near their child's window. I'm not sure whether he's a shifter who's unable to hold his animal form for long or just a garden variety nut.”
― Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter

“Like something straight out of a B-grade horror film, a single arm shot up from the dirt, reaching and grabbing as it clawed its way forth from its earthen prison. Ash and Trent watched the monster struggle in silence for at least ten minutes, occasionally exchanging glances. Finally, after all the writhing, the zombie emerged. It stumbled out of its grave covered in dirt and gave an annoyed-sounding groan.”
― Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter

“I dumped the rental I’d gotten after trashing Samantha’s SUV for a cute little Toyota that liked to pretend it was a sports car.

Blain, RJ (2014-05-11). Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1364-1365). Pen & Page Publishing. Kindle Edition.”
― R.J. Blain, Inquisitor

“No one will believe you,�� Augustus told Vienna, throwing at her the full fury of the dragon in his heart, “because no one but you will see them –��
And now, Vienna was terrified. “Father!��
“Stop this!�� was the king’s demand.
But there was nothing to be done. The warlock set the curse. “Not just ghosts, but men, and the broken hearts of men. I curse you!��
The royal family jumped to their feet.
And the warlock disappeared.
Vienna stared, unmoving for some time, before turning toward her father.
“Don’t look at me,�� the king said. “You’re the one who upset him.��
–Vienna by E. L. Schoeman”
― E.L. Schoeman, Vienna