Frases de Karen Chance

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“I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.”

“I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de’s little gift, I assumed. “You look better in color,” I snapped.
He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. “Really? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.”

“Whatyou know about racing?" Ronnie asked, curious. He looked fascinated, like a scientist confronted by a strange new species:from the phylum.”

“Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.'What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in?' He swallowed hard. 'Hell, that was just a warm-up.”

“If I'd had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn't allow me even a tiny chance of escape.”

“But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.”

“And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall.
“I’m dirty,” I protested.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Promise?”
“Mircea!” I laughed in spite of myself…”

“Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn’t seen me naked?” I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone.

“I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.”

“Come and take your seat, Lady Dorina.”

“I’d never known that
anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.”

“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.”

“This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes”

“Prevarication, how divine! I always did get along better with sinners.”

“To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.”

“One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.”

“…"I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout.”

“I did have regrets these past six months,” he told me quietly. “I found it a curse as much as a blessing, all that time to think. About the things I could have said, that I should have told you  .  .  .”

“I thought there was a good chance the fridge was possessed. It was subtle about it, but I had its number. I knew its ways. Oh yes.”

“And why not?” “You know why! This is a bad idea.” “Perhaps I like a challenge.” “Perhaps you’re a glutton for punishment!” “Perhaps I am in love.”

“You will die a worse death if you do not leave my domain,” a voice thundered down from the third story of the old tenement. “I am a servant of the Sacred Fire, the wielder of the flame of Arnor—”
“So I should call you Gandalf?”