Kelley Armstrong (born 14 December 1968) is a Canadian writer, primarily of fantasy novels since 2001.
A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.
Great. So if I saw a guy standing still, and he wasn't wearing an old uniform, I just had to ask him to walk through furniture. If he stared at me like I was crazy, then I'd know he wasn't a ghost. - Chloe
Reviews are great. I can read negative reviews and say, You know that point they made. . . they were dead on.
Picture a place called the Karma Kafe and it'll save me the bother of describing it. There was nothing in it you wouldn't expect, from the Buddha flowerpots to the wallpaper decorated with symbols that probably said, "If you bought this just because it looked pretty, may Buddha piss in your coffee, you culturally ignorant moron.
He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.
Do you really think he untied you?. . He was just checking his kids handiwork.
Perfect night, wasn't it?" "It could have been. " I smiled up at him. "But you were there.
You guys are weird," Tori said. Simon sat on the crate beside me. "That's right. We are totally weird and completely uncool. Your popularity is plummeting just by being near us.
He bent, lips coming to mine and — 'Derek? Chloe?' It was Kit, opening the back door. Derek let out a low growl. 'Never fails. ' I turned to Kit. 'How is she?' 'We’re going to take her back to the house now. She’s unconscious again. ' 'Then we’ll walk back,' Derek said. 'Give you room in the van to lay her down. ' His dad agreed and went back inside. As we walked toward the steps, I looked down at Derek’s hand, holding mine. 'No one’s around,' he said. 'And we can take the back way. ' 'Good,' I said, and entwined my fingers with his.
He looked at me. " I do know how to deal with demons, Savannah. " "I know. Sorry. " "So I get a hug?" "No, but I won't smack you, and we'll call it even.
Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you. " He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.
Clearly it was time to consider rescheduling that optometrist appointment I'd missed last fall.
They found me at the kitchen table. Derek said, "There's something we need to tell you," and from the look on Andrew's face, I think he expected Derek to say he'd gotten me pregnant.
You're crying?" he said. "No, I- " I tore my gaze away. "Just dust. From the path. Simon's that way. " I tried to pass him, but he stooped, trying to get a loom of my face. When I wouldn't let him, he caught my chin. I jerked back, flinching at his touch, heart thudding at it, too. I told myself Simon was wrong. I'd never be dumb enough to fall for Derek. But I had. With him so close, my stomach kept doing weird flips. It wasn't fear. It hadn't been fear for awhile. "You have been crying," he said, voice softer.
Isn't it possible that I'm not feigning interest? That I really do want to know more about you?" "You've never been interested in me before. " "You've never been interesting before. " -Cassandra and Paige
When Rae got back, she spread her empty hands wide and said "Okay, guess where I hid it. " She even turned around for me, but I couldn't see a bulge big enough to hide a flashlight. With a grin, she reached down the front of her shirt into the middle of her bra, and pulled out a flashlight with flourish. I laughed. "Cleavage is great," she said. "Like an extra pocket.
It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail’s crawl home from Albany when snow hit. “It’s New York, people. It’s winter. We get snow. If you aren’t prepared to deal with it, move to Miami.
when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.
Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl
He lunged again. This time I stood my ground and he checked his leap at the last second. . . . and toppled sideways. I didn't hide my laugh that time. His face twisted fast, grabbed my pajama leg and wrenched, and down I went. "Bully