BiographyType: Writer, novelist Born: February 19, 1963 Died: Laurell Kaye Hamilton is an American fantasy and romance writer. She is best known as the author of two series of stories. |
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.
I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.
Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?
The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower-Peter
Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.
when you live forever and don't age, it gives you time to hope
Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.
Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.
Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.
There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.
You can't kill us all, human.'
He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?
I look like a biker slut from hell meets soldier of fortune pinup.
He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.