I began to cry. Barrons looked horrified. "Stop that immediately, Ms. Lane." "I can't." I sniffeled into my cup pf cocoa so he couldn't see my face. "Try harder!" I gave a great sniff and shudder, and turned it off. "I have not been her lover for...some time," he offered, watching me carefully. "Oh, get over yourself!
Karen Marie MoningI hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.
Karen Marie MoningWas he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?โ Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. โIt was like being owned.โ Some women like that.โ Not me.โ Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.โ I doubt it. I couldnโt breathe with him kissing me.โ One day you may kiss a man you canโt breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.โ Right, and one day my prince might come.โ I doubt heโll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Karen Marie MoningWe see ourselves in other peopleโs eyes. Itโs the nature of the human race; we are a species of reflection, hungry for it in every facet of our existence. Maybe thatโs why vampires seem so monstrous to usโthey cast no reflection. Parents, if theyโre good ones, reflect the wonder of our existence and the success we can become. Friends, well chosen, show us pretty pictures of ourselves, and encourage us to grow into them. The Beast shows us the very worst in ourselves and makes us know itโs true .
Karen Marie Moning