Michelle Rowen Quotes & Sayings

It's - just Bishop."
"You have only one name?" Unless he was a rock star or a chess piece, it was another sign that he was having trouble thinking straight. — Michelle Rowen

You bit me on the neck? What kind of a sorry-ass vampire wannabe are you, anyhow?"
I grabbed for my dirt-covered purse that lay by my feet. I kept a can of pepper spray in it for protection, or at least I used to. Did I still have it? Did those things have an expiration date? Didn't matter. If I had to, I'd just use it to bash him over the head.
I'm not a wannabe." He actually had the audacity to look insulted. "I am a vampire."
Psycho, I thought. Total psycho. — Michelle Rowen

You're our honorary sixth member with mysterious abilities and visions of the future. The Snow White to our motley group of dwarfs. Plus, you're way better looking than the rest of these guys. — Michelle Rowen

You have a very prickly exterior that needs to be navigated very carefully. Kind of like a really sexy cactus. — Michelle Rowen

I try to be confident, always have, but despite my best efforts, sometimes I come off like I'm a total ... "
"Dick?" I finished for him. "I'm just randomly picking words out of the air. Tell me if you think I'm close. — Michelle Rowen

Don't be sorry.' His eyes remained serious. 'Believe me, Samantha, that kiss - it was enough to something very important to me.'
'What?'
'That I'd do anything to find a way to kiss you again. — Michelle Rowen

No more hanky-panky or you get more evil. — Michelle Rowen

I think I know who you are," he finally said. "It took me a minute, since you're better looking than I thought you'd be, but I think I've got it. — Michelle Rowen

Work that mojo, gray girl. Consider me a true believer now. Hallelujah. — Michelle Rowen

I don't think he can hurt. Wizards and witches go hand in hand, after all. Didn't you read Harry Potter?"
Eden stared at him. "Well, yeah."
"I didn't read the books," he continued. "But I did get to see the movies. A previous host was a fan. He even wore dress robes and pretended he'd been sorted into a house. Hufflepuff, if you can believe it. Who liked Hufflepuff best? I mean, seriously. — Michelle Rowen

I'm a half-demon princess. Sure. What's so hard to grasp about that? — Michelle Rowen

Happiness, wealth, true love. Just like everybody else."
"That's all?"
"What else is there that matters?"
He shrugged a shoulder. "Destruction, vengeance, power, world domination."
Her smile stretched but it didn't reach her eyes. "Those are fun too. — Michelle Rowen

O beautiful Janie with your straw-colored hair
I would follow you anywhere
One so beautiful I will never meet again
And you're also much stronger than most other men
Which is hot, by the way
And I'm not intimidated by that at all — Michelle Rowen

I really hate you sometimes."
"There's a fine line between love and hate."
I glared at him. "Dream on. — Michelle Rowen

Good. I wouldn't want you to fall madly in love with me. That would make things very complicated when it comes to your beloved Shadow, wouldn't it? Who'd win the battle for your heart then? The servant or the king? — Michelle Rowen

Don't you have any clothes?"
"Quite honestly, no I don't."
"Cover yourself up!"
"Fine." There was a rustling sound. "Okay I'm covered. I had no idea you were such a prude. — Michelle Rowen

There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-"
"Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?"
"Watch your mouth. — Michelle Rowen

Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"
His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you. — Michelle Rowen

So that means that Peter ... " I swallowed. "That his full name was Peter Parker."
"Yeah"
I burst into tears. "Oh, my God! I killed Spiderman! — Michelle Rowen

Need some help?' he asked.
'Yes!' I yelled at him 'Help us!'
'What's the magic word?'
'Now!'
'Close enough. — Michelle Rowen

You can tell this lady to bite me,though," Darrak added. "And she can take that holier-than-thou attitude of hers and shove it right under her granny panties. — Michelle Rowen

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food. — Michelle Rowen

I had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire. — Michelle Rowen

Why were you running?" Gordon looked confused. "I wasn't going to hurt you."
Bite me," I told him. He was so going to get charged with assault. I might even have to put a restraining order on his sorry ass. "Oh, wait a minute, you already did bite me, didn't you ... you psycho!"
He rolled his eyes. "You're really going to have to get over that if this relationship is going to have half a chance. — Michelle Rowen

I'd never been a big fan of disappointment. — Michelle Rowen

George walked into the room and looked at each of us in turn, ending with Thierry.
"Hey, boss," he said as he lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke out slowly, "did Sarah really call you an asshole before"?
"George!" I moaned. "Now? You habe to bring that up now?"
"Is this a bad time?" He didn't wait for an answer, or for the matter, a response to his first question. " I just figured that since I haven't heard any shooting in here, this might be a good time for me to take off. — Michelle Rowen

Darrak"- she let out a shuddery breath-"I need my privacy."
"That's going to be difficult. For obvious reasons — Michelle Rowen

A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park. — Michelle Rowen

George pulled my hand away and inspected the wound. He frowned. "Sarah, honey, what happened?"
I cleared my throat. "I fell on some barecue prongs. — Michelle Rowen

Are you following me?" He asked.
"Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"
He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy. — Michelle Rowen

Come on, Eden, don't be naive. Demonic children are a dime a dozen in Netherworld. Need I mention Children of the Corn? Damien? Justine Bieber? — Michelle Rowen

Bite me, Rhys.'

'Where? — Michelle Rowen

I'm not going to marry you."
"I'm not asking you to."
"Good."
He eyed me. "And you can wipe that horrified look off your face because it's obviously not true. — Michelle Rowen

Look at you, all Rocky Horror Picture Ho. — Michelle Rowen

I wanted this to be a movie on TV so I could press the off button and make it all go away. — Michelle Rowen

Well ... unfortunately there's a little problem," he said.
"What?"
He pointed up. "That."
I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where I'd hung it three hours before.
"Okay, but what does that-?"
Rhys kissed me.
"I really, really, didn't want to like that," he said.
"Rhys-" But before I could say anything else, he kissed me again and pulled me closer. — Michelle Rowen

Come on Eden. Turn that frown upside down. There's no reason for bad moods. It's a beautiful new day full of possibilities."
"maybe for you. — Michelle Rowen

I glanced at George half naked in his towel, then at Barkley, completely naked in his ... nothing. A vampire and a werewolf.
I shook my head. It was obvious. I was having one of my Anita Blake dreams again. — Michelle Rowen

Does it have a name? All of these fancy magical weapons usually have names."
Bishop glared at her. "Yeah. I like to call it Goldie."
"You're funny for an angel."
"Not really. I'm just inspired at the moment. — Michelle Rowen

I'm feeling better now," Darrak said. She stifled a scream and clamped her hands over her bare breasts. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Did I interrupt something?" There was a short pause. "Oh, I see. Don't let me stop you from getting naked. Please, continue."
Eden scanned her reflection with wide eyes. Could she see the demon inside of her? Did she look possessed?" Nope. There was nothing noticeable. Other than the deep voice in her head only she could hear.
"This should be interesting." Darrak sounded amused. "As I said before, I've never shared living space with a woman before. I honestly never would have guessed black lace panties for you. But I do approve. — Michelle Rowen

Two of us could play the lying game. — Michelle Rowen

I've quickly grown fond of you. Despite the fact that you hate my guts and sometimes you're a bit of a bitch. I guess I find that oddly attractive. — Michelle Rowen

Just to make things perfectly clear between us, you can have my peanut butter, but my bed is off-limits. — Michelle Rowen

There's nothing to fear but fear itself — Michelle Rowen

I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too. — Michelle Rowen

He said I might be able to fix things that are broken." I glanced around the room. "Did he mean this furniture? — Michelle Rowen

But I'd done what I could to warm the place up. I'd started with a welcome mat. It had a happy face on it and was bright and colorful. It didn't say "Welcome." It said "!!!WELCOME!!!"
I knew he wouldn't like it. I considered it more of an amusing test to see how open he was to change. He'd let me move in with him, but how flexible was he really willing to be?
It disappeared the day after I placed it by the front door. It was just
poof!
gone. When I imagined the shocked look on his face when he would have first seen it, a spot of wacky and whimsical color in his otherwise monochromatic world, I started to laugh hysterically. — Michelle Rowen

Sorry," I said.
"Don't be sorry." She sent a sneer in the direction of Colin who'd rejoined his friends on the other side of the theatre. "The fact he's still breathing isn't your fault. — Michelle Rowen

I stared blankly at Rhys for what felt like about three days.
"Me?" I finally sputtered.
He nodded.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Not kidding."
I laughed then, and it sounded slightly hysterical. "I'm not
going to marry you."
"I'm not asking you to."
"Good."
He eyed me. "And you can wipe that horrified look off your
face because it's obviously not true."
"Do I look horrified?"
"Yes, you do."
I grimaced. "Nothing personal, Rhys, but - "
He held up a hand. "Say nothing else. I shouldn't have even
mentioned it to you. I'll find another dragon to help me."
"Second opinions are really important," I said.
He just glowered at that.
We rode the rest of the way back to Erin Heights in silence.
Now I had even more information crowding my already full brain.
Maybe that Irena chick should go see a shrink, herself. She was
one crazy dragon lady. — Michelle Rowen

Her eyes winded. "I'm becoming addicted to you?."
He raised an eyebrow. "You say it like it's a bad thing. — Michelle Rowen

They're not very open to change in Hell - especially when that change includes lessening the so-called evil inside of their high-ranking demons. Good is the one thing that scares them - it's very unpredictable. — Michelle Rowen

Except ... except for this demon thing. I couldn't control it. And now I can't change back. Of course I was able to scare Chris off. I scared him by how ugly I am."
He shook his head. "Princess, there's nothing ugly about you. — Michelle Rowen

You can be a lousy vampire. You can be a lousy human. What you are doesn't mean anything. It's what you do with what you are that counts. — Michelle Rowen

I don't know what his problem is," I said as Michael and I left the school. "Why would he tell me to be careful if he hates my guts?"
"Because he doesn't hate your guts. I think he likes you." Michael was walking so fast I had to jog to keep up with him. "Isn't it obvious? — Michelle Rowen

No ... I ... I had this spicy Mexican food last night. It's only a bad case of heartburn. I don't need an exorcism. i need some Pepto-Bismo! — Michelle Rowen

No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I'm supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen of the faery realm, isn't a faery at all."
"She isn't?" I said. "Then who is she?"
"You," he said. — Michelle Rowen

I gritted my teeth. "I don't like you."
"My heart is breaking."
"Screw you."
He shrugged and then grimaced as if the wound on his shoulder caused him massive pain. "We can do that, too, if you like, but I'll need to be unchained first. Then again, we can bring the chains with us if you're into that sort of thing. — Michelle Rowen

My eyes widened as I looked at him. 'Then you bit me, you weirdo. — Michelle Rowen

Is your future faery bride too ugly for you?"
Rhys leaned back against the head rest and studied the seat
back in front of him. "That's not it."
"Too old or too young?"
"No."
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. This was why he was upset. He
hadn't landed the perfect bride-to-be. "Her pretty faery wings
aren't the right shade of sparkly lavender and pink?"
His eyes flashed with anger. "Actually, she doesn't have faery
wings."
"She doesn't?"
"No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I'm
supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen
of the faery realm, isn't a faery at all."
Okay, that was surprising. Not a faery?
"She isn't?" I said. "Then who is she?"
His expression was severe as he turned to look me right in the
eye.
"You," he said — Michelle Rowen

Jerk? Is that the best you've got? How disappointing. — Michelle Rowen

Did you follow me here?"
"Something like that."
I let out a frustrated groan. "Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?"
Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker — Michelle Rowen

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down.
"Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up. — Michelle Rowen

Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker."
Bishop and Samantha, page 79 — Michelle Rowen

She raised an eyebrow. "I thought I sensed something oddly human about you. From the moment I though it was simply residue from your recent and ill-advised horizontal romp with that girl"
"What makes you think we were horizontal?" Darrack's lip twitched — Michelle Rowen

You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?'
'Stop talking like you're two hundred years old. You're sixteen, just like me. — Michelle Rowen