This meme is about sharing your favorite quotes and the books they come from!
It is Hosted by Anna at Herding Cats and Burning Soup.I chose this because: a) it's one of my favourite books and series
b) I'll start re-reading it next week
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“Shut the fucking door!”
“My apologies,” a familiar voice drawled from behind him as the door closed. “Dinna know there were going to be vampires about. You should have a sign.”Back in the low light, Lachlain turned to find Bowen, his oldest friend. His pleasure at seeing him dimmed when he noticed how much more weight Bowe had lost. Once Lachlain’s size, he was now rangy and gaunt.“And here I was surprised to see you alive, but looks like you’ve another surprise there.” Bowe approached, rudely inspecting Emma as she lay in Lachlain’s arms, picking up her hair and chucking her chin. “Wee beauty. Bit dirty.”“From sleeping under the stairs this morning.” Lachlain shook his head, incapable of understanding her. “Meet Emmaline Troy. Your queen.”Bowe raised his eyebrows, demonstrating the most emotion Lachlain had seen from him since his mate had left him. “A vampire queen? Fate must hate you.” More examination while Lachlain scowled. “Her ears are pointed?”“She’s half-Valkyrie,” Lachlain explained. “Raised in a coven of them and kept from the Horde.”“Then things around here just got interesting,” Bowe said, but he displayed little interest.Emmaline shivered and buried her face in Lachlain’s chest.Bowe studied him. “Doona think I’ve ever seen you look so exhausted. Go bathe your freezing, wee… valkire and get some sleep.”[Lachlain-Bowen]
She padded along, checking out the offerings, analyzing them with a discerning eye. She was picky about her clothes and had always eschewed anything that didn’t conform to her hipster/contrarian fashion style. She’d found that any garment not vintage or D.W.O.T.B—damn well off the boat—didn’t conform…
“Do you like everything?” he asked.She tilted her head, a flare of anger bubbling up when she saw that her own luggage was conspicuously absent. “Oh, I’ll be sending for everything when I go home,” she answered with absolute honesty.[Lachlan, Emma]
“And you must be the soothsayer—”
“I prefer predeterminationally abled, thank you.” Her hand shot out, ripping a button from his shirt, so fast it was a blur. She’d taken the one closest to his heart, and for a moment her face turned very cold. She’d made a point—she could have gone for his heart.
Then she opened her hand and gasped in surprise. “A button!” She smiled delightedly. “You can never have enough of these!”[Nix, Lachlan]
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