Kelly Keaton Quotes

How's your scratch, Henri?" I asked.
He snorted and leaned against the dresser. "You mean the shotgun blast in my side? It's wonderful. I have about eighty pellet-size scars to show for it."
"Dude," Dub said, plopping down in one of the chairs, "Who gets shot with their own gun? Embarrassing, if you ask me."
Henri gave Dub's chair a hard shove with his foot. Dub laughed, and Henri rolled his eyes.

I thought you were supposed to teach me, not try to kill me," I forced out through my sore throat.
"Semantics." He flicked a glance at the clock and smirked, telling me with a look exactly how much damage he could do in the next four minutes.

His interest in you is merely rebellion. You are different. Forbidden. Something he knows is wrong." Her dark eyes traveled over my features. "He sees beauty now, is lured by it, even though he knows what lies beneath is evil. So intriguing, this flirting with danger." She flicked a glance at the jar. "Pandora was the same way, you know? A deceptive package. The Greek writers called her Kalon Kakon, a beautiful evil. It won't be long before you destroy those around you, just like she did."

My fists clenched hard. "And if that happens, Josephine, if I turn into a monster, I'll be coming for you first, and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me.

Whatever it was, it was something you could dance to, or lie down on the floor, close your eyes, and weep to.

Thanks to Bruce and Casey, I could operate six different firearms, drop a two-hundred-pound asshole to the floor in three seconds, and cuff a perp with one hand tied behind my back.

And they called it "family time.

Athena came into focus. She stood at my feet, looking down at me with a pleased expression. "He's mine now," she practically purred.
I started laughing. "Grow up, Athena. Or get a therapist. Maybe there's a psychotic bitches support group you could join.

I find it very hard to believe she would simply send you both back unharmed," Josephine said.
"And I couldn't care less," I said tiredly, "about setting your mind at ease, Josephine."
"Why, you belligerent little-

I wanted to stay... me.

Finally, after we were soaked through, he lifted his head and stared down at me, his hands cupping my face. "I thought you'd tell me to f*** off, and you'd leave. I thought every word I spoke was the last time I'd see you."

"Please. I can deal. Do you have any idea how screwed up I am?"

His crooked smile transformed his face. "Yeah. I've got some idea."

My belly went warm again. Sebastian kissed me, his lips wet from the rain.

I was pretty sure I knew what I looked like: a cartoon hamster in the headlights.

Yes, tell us, Ari. Tell us what you have seen."

Athena.

Dead flowers and flashing emerald beads threaded through her tangled, upswept hair.

A hard swallow went down down my throat, followed by a tightening of every muscle I possessed. All the emotions of my vision boiled over, as fresh and furious as they'd been a few moments ago. "You should know, you petty piece of shit.

I don't know what you've been smoking, Henri, or what world you're living in, but no one tell us what to do.

I don't want blood to rule my life like it does some. Once you take it, it's like a drug." He stared out the window to the masked revelers in the courtyard. "Warm, rich, never enough."
I nodded, fidgeting with my mask. "Kind of like chocolate." I tried to hold in my grin. Casey always said I had a weird sense of humour that came at the oddest times.

He blinked before bursting into laughter. He had the nicest laugh and the most incredible smile I'd ever seen. It lit his grey eyes and sliced attractive little dimples into his cheeks. "Yeah. I guess it is like chocolate.

He turned his head, a grin playing on his lips. Then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.
"What was that for?"
"Because you're a good person, Ari, one of the best. And because it sounds like we're about to get into trouble again."
Which translated into: Whatever happened, we were in this together.

I barely knew Sebastian. You knew him enough to suck face.

I glanced up into round black eyes, ringed in yellow, but in some small part I saw humanity there. Sadness. It blinked. "Made," it said quietly, almost ashamed.

There is power within great sacrifice, within noble deeds. There are moments ... brief, shining moments when the impossible becomes possible.

I thought you weren't supposed to open Pandora's Box."
He shrugged. "Wouldn't know about that. Probably just a myth."
I lifted an eyebrow. "Really. Just a myth," I said in a flat tone, and waved a hand at him. "Says the warlock vampire to the gorgon."
A slow grin drew his lips apart. "I see your point.

You don't have to see me out," I told him as he came back to the table. "Unless you're going home too."
"No. I have more training to do, but it's fine."
Don't sound so enthused, I thought as I drew a deep breath, turned, and headed toward the gate.

The fact that students passed him by in uniform and he was standing there in torn jeans and faded old concert T-shirt made me smile. The rebel in me could totally relate.
I stopped in front of him. "They're not going to let you stay in school dressed like that. I got a huge lecture for wearing a black shirt the other day."

He glanced my outfit, which didn't really diverge from my normal fashion, and arched an eyebrow. Black cargo pants, white tank, grey zip-up hoodie, with a blade strapped to my thigh and a dagger in my boot.

"What? Pants are black. Shirt is white. Blade stays." I grinned wider. "Because I'm special.