The Saucy Wenches Book Club

Come All Hallows’ Eve, the walls would stand or fall. Weirdly, I’d begun looking forward to Halloween, because at least my waiting would be over. Limbo would end. I’d know what I had to deal with. I’d know exactly how good or bad things were going to be. I’d know if I could be relieved — a year would buy me plenty of time to figure out what to do — or if I should be terrified. Either way, I’d have concretes. Faefever ~~Karen Marie Moning 

You must be meticulous about the thoughts you send out into the universe. It’s listening. Argue for your limits and, sure enough, they’re yours. You have to argue for your dreams. ~ Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

“Did you really think there was any version of me you could create, in any reality, in any universe that would not—first, foremost, and forever—be loyal to MacKayla Lane?” ~ Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

This moment is perfect. And it’s all we’ll ever have. This moment, right now. We’re fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one. ~Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

“If I were a character in a novel, I’d snipe the bitch who wrote my life this way.” ~ Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage

Love is. Only is. The greatest and most powerful magic in the world. Never stop believing in it. Life is only unbearably long if you live it without your heart. ~Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

Half the colors vanished from my world and I couldn’t breathe right until you returned. Say it, Stardust. I want to hear it. I love you, Ryodan Killian St. James. Any name, any form. Always. Love you, Stardust. Always. Across space and time. No ending. New beginnings. ~ Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage

Sun, moon, and stars , I told him. He inclined his head. Of all the years, this one with you has been my finest. Fire to my ice, Mac. Frost to my flame, Jericho. Forever , we said, and it was a vow far more powerful and binding than any ring or piece of paper. ~ Karen Marie Moning, Feversong

“Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.” ~ Karen Marie Moning, Feversong

Tonight, the sea was a shiver of dark glass, harboring secrets untold in her depths while on her tranquil surface stars glittered like diamonds. Life-giving, life-stealing, beautiful, a challenge to handle, worth learning to ride, full of fresh wonders every day—if he’d had a woman like the ocean in his bed, he’d still be there.... The rock smelled of a woman: dark and vast, complex as the sea. She was life and death, mercy and ruthlessness, joy and grief. Complicated. Hard to handle. Worth learning to ride. ~ Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage

She'd once crushed on Jericho Barrons violently. Before she'd realized he and Mac belonged together like earth and sky, night and day, fire and ice. Feversong ~~Karen Marie Moning

Some shadowy, self-destructive, confused place no longer existed inside me. I was of a single, clear mind. There were goals, and there were methods to attain them. There were my chosen responsibilities and those things I was willing to do to honor them. There were the things I was willing to live with and the things I wasn't willing to live without. There was a quiet, deep abiding love of myself—flaws and all, and I had plenty—and the world around me, and it had plenty, too. Feversong ~~Karen Marie Moning

She'd found tatters of legends about the Nine on some of the worlds she'd traveled Silverside, but never managed to find an origin myth, only songs and tales of nine merciless warriors who battled for gain and, despite dying, came back again and again. Unkillable, unstoppable, unbreakable, she hungered to be those many "uns" herself. No matter the price. Feversong ~~Karen Marie Moning

I think that's why I love my iPod so much. I have music in my soul and can't get it out. Burned ~~Karen Marie Moning

Life goes on, and in the going, reveals itself. Quit being so impatient. Feverborn ~~Karen Marie Moning

When Jada tossed her the spear, Barrons watched it fly end over end through the air, measured Jada a long moment and nodded. "So it's ours again," Enyo said, catching and sheathing it in her waistband in a fluid movement. "Does that mean we've lost Mac?" "No," Barrons said, dangerously soft. "I've lost many things. Mac will never be one of them." Feversong ~~Karen Marie Moning

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don't walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. Spend enough time with ghosts, you become one.  Burned ~~Karen Marie Moning 

Barrons, well, it goes without saying but I'll say it: he's the best of the best. The strong, silent, dangerously attractive type that harbors a private, vast, brilliant inner landscape of knowledge, wisdom, and experience, and watches, always watches, learns, adapts, evolves. A woman takes one look at the dark, carnal complexity that is Barrons and thinks: Damn, if the man chose me, took me into his inner circle, I'd never stray, never betray him. Beastly and brutal? Sure. Merciful when the situation demands it? Absolutely. Demanding? None more so. Exciting? Holy shit, yes. Respectful of my needs to make my own decisions? Most of the time. Burned ~~Karen Marie Moning

Slick with sweat, I defile her with reverence. Or revere her with defilement. Burned ~~Karen Marie Moning

I know a funny thing about eyes.   Where you let them look is where they take you. Look back and you stay stuck in a lost, forever unattainable past. Look forward and you love. Feversong , Karen Marie Moning