Quotes From "Shadowfever" By Karen Marie Moning

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain... Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing. Karen Marie Moning

Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. 'Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing, ' he agrees. Karen Marie Moning

With the Book hitching rides, hiding on people, guess we’re all going to be dressing like skanks for a while, huh? Skintight or skin. Dude, everybody’s everything’s gonna be hanging out, and some o’ those fat chicks at the abbey are gonna gross my eyeballs right outta my head. Muffin tops and camel toes, gah! Karen Marie Moning

I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for. Karen Marie Moning

As he fills me, I wonder if–in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume–we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I–“–hated you for it, ” he says gently. That was my line.“ I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.” I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him. Karen Marie Moning

Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer. Karen Marie Moning

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies. Karen Marie Moning

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped Karen Marie Moning

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that–happy and pink and stupid? Karen Marie Moning

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air. Karen Marie Moning

Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and don’t give a damn, as long as they don’t get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it’s good. Karen Marie Moning

I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. "What more could a woman ask? Karen Marie Moning

When anything is possible, how do you choose? Karen Marie Moning

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them Karen Marie Moning

He is my vulnerability Karen Marie Moning