Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
—  Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn’t the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain…Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing.”

His eyes bore into mine. He watches every nuance, every detail of every expression, as if his existence depends on it. He fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.

― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

I don’t give a fuck. That line is the hottest thing I’ve ever read. Dammit, Jericho Barrons. And come on Moning, get the next book written!


Thought we were friends, Mac.
I see in her eyes that all I have to do is say, ‘We are’ and she’ll find some way to deal with what she’s looking at right now. How dare she put so much faith in me? I never asked for it, never deserved it.
You thought wrong. Now answer the question.” I’m the only one who never treated her like a child. She hates being called ‘kid’ more than anything. “Kid,” I say. “Then get the hell out of here. Take your toys and go play somewhere else.”
Shadowfever - Karen Marie Moning