#darkfever

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #mac

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen #mac #marie #moning

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #mac #night

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #insanity

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #mac #truth #mac

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen-marie-moning

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #sexuality

He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?' I scowled. "Ass, Barrons. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #mac #mac