Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.
Karen Marie MoningSometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.
Karen Marie MoningI've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under.
Karen Marie MoningMom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.
Karen Marie Moning