Quotes & Sayings About Morrigan

Thank you, Morrigan. This is very helpful," I said, already feeling myself warming up. "And delivered to me entirely without pain."
The Morrigan sucker-punched me hard in the face, sending me sprawling in the snow and breaking my nose.
"You spoke too soon and with entirely too much sarcasm," she said. "We could have parted with a kiss. Remember that ... — Kevin Hearne

To deny someone's feelings or experiences it to literally deny their reality. — Danu Morrigan

She called on Hecate, on Brighid, on Morrigan and Babd Catha, summoning the strength and power of the goddesses. — Nora Roberts

Our Narcissistic Mother told us a Big Lie. She told it subliminally if not in actual words. And The Big Lie was this: If we tried hard enough we could win her approval and her love. If we were good enough, or wise enough, or beautiful enough, or that-magical-unspecified-ingredient enough. In other words, if we achieved perfection, she would love us. — Danu Morrigan

You went back in time," he repeated, "and you expect his cell phone to work?"
"Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn't! Shouldn't he have?"
Morrison, very steadily, said, "Were you together?"
"No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!"
"I see." There was a pause. "The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were," a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, "time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can't think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did."
"Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it
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"Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick."
I didn't think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, "Yeah?"
Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, "I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy," and hung up. — C.E. Murphy

Morrigan "Don't worry I'm following my instincts."
Birkita "Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts"
Morrigan "I'm eighteen, nothing I do is prudent — P.C. Cast

Rising up into the air, they took to the sky and flew. From west and beyond west, into the wind and through it, they came past countless moons and suns. One laughed and briefly wore a scarf of raindrops in her hair, and then with wicked feet she kicked a cloud and caused rain to swamp a boat. — Pat O'Shea

I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength..." As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. "A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships... And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust - and reach out. — Sarah J. Maas

Is it hypocritical to love a person and still find fault with their actions?
-The Morrigan — Brenna Yovanoff

I would be the master of my own fate. Me and the goddess Morrigan. No one else- and certainly no man. Mael and Aeddan could fight over me until they were both bloody. My father could deny me my blade. But they couldn't force me from my warrior's path unless I let them. — Lesley Livingston

Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie's mother?"
"Is that all!" He wiped the red smudge off his lip with the back of his hand.
"Yes. No. Why is the cauldron important, where did it go, how is Morrigan involved, where do you go when you disappear, and why do you keep stealing the maps? Okay, now that's everything. — Ilona Andrews

What do you know? She liked to be told she was scary. Kinky. — Kevin Hearne

Ah. Morrigan, a voice said behind me. I jumped and spun around. Jesus. She must have been wearing super-quiet librarian shoes. — Eileen Cook

Great. What if she decides to kill me?" "That will test our bargain quite severely," the Morrigan replied with a smirk. "Morrigan?" "Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead if she decides to kill you." "What if she decides to set me on fire and watch me burn?" "Then that's going to hurt. Scream all you want, but turn it off at some point and she'll figure you for dead. — Kevin Hearne

The most important thing for me when I wrote [Origins] was that at the end even if Morrigan loved the player, she had this thing that she believed in, that was so important that she would do it regardless of the player. And I think that a lot of players expected that she would bend herself to do whatever they wanted because they've done the romance, gotten her approval up, and of course she would just sort of follow their destiny. But Morrigan has her own destiny. — David Gaider

People talk about the joy of running--of the endorphins and reaching a Zen-like clarity of mind. This had never happened to me. Mostly, all I thought about when I ran was how much further I had to go before I could stop. — Laura Morrigan

And the Morrigan, I noted, had been right about thrice-cursed trickster gods. They were torrential fucksluices spraying their happy juices on the innocent and the damned alike. — Kevin Hearne

Morrigan "What are guilt ferrets:"
Atticus "They're bastards. They cling to your neck and tickle and bite and generally make you miserable, which is a pretty good trick for a metaphor."
They were also impervious to logic, perhaps their most diabolical power. — Kevin Hearne

When you're in the middle of a killing field and the fucking Chooser of the Slain tells you to do something, you do it. — Kevin Hearne

Am I not a fearsome enemy?"
"You frighten me primally. — Kevin Hearne

You must be thinking of stories from other cultures. Irish women tend to kick ass and do whatever they want. For exhibits A, B, and C, I give you the Morrigan, Brighid, and Flidais.
Fair enough. So who's the god of cooking among the Tuatha De Danann?
I don't think there is one.
So the ancient Irish had a god of brewing but not cooking?
We had our priorities straight. — Kevin Hearne

You are not broken and in need of fixing. You are wounded and in need of healing. — Danu Morrigan

The Morrigan's ideas of sport and mine varied widely. As a Chooser of the Slain, she tends to enjoy nothing so much as a protracted war. She hangs out with Kali and the Valkyries and they have a death goddesses' night out on the battlefield. — Kevin Hearne

Your gift for euphemism continues to thrive. But I think I have heard of such modern relationships. There is a colloquialism for them, yes? They are boogie calls." "Boogie? Oh! Nice try. You were very close. They're known as booty calls." "That's what I said. Booty calls." "You said boogie - " The Morrigan's eyes flashed red for the briefest moment, and I cleared my throat. "Pardon me. I must have misheard you. Quite right. — Kevin Hearne

Technically, the dance worked best when done naked, but I didn't feel like prancing in the nude into Morrigan Hound's arms. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see me. — Ilona Andrews

A morbid thought wandered into my consciousness and said hello: If Basasael ate my dumb Druid ass, would the Morrigan be able to bring me back fully functional, resurrected from - what? Angel poop? That raised another question, at once metaphysical and profane: Do angels, fallen or otherwise, have assholes? — Kevin Hearne

Put your affairs in order, mortals," she boomed, as a gust of wind - yes, wind inside my shop - blew their hair back. "I will feast on your hearts tonight for the offense you gave me. So swears the Morrigan." I thought it was a bit melodramatic, but one does not critique a death goddess on her oratory delivery. — Kevin Hearne

The kiss wasn't an intrusion; it was a question. Morrigan answered it with an exclamation mark. — P.C. Cast

Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts?"
Morrigan put her arm around Birkita and squeezed. "I'm eighteen. Nothing I do is prudent."
Birkita sighed. "That is what worries me. — P.C. Cast

There's no damsel with a tragic history in there? With a name like the Three Craftsmen, they each should build something awesome for a beautiful princess to try to win her favor and then two of them would die.> You must be thinking of stories from other cultures. Irish women tend to kick ass and do whatever they want. For exhibits A, B, and C, I give you the Morrigan, Brighid, and Flidais. — Kevin Hearne

Brighid's eyes flashed with a blue flame, and I wondered if she had learned to do that just so she could compete with the Morrigan's red flashes. Maybe I should try to figure out how to make my eyes flash green so I could freak out the baristas at Starbucks. "No, you foolish mortal," I'd say as my eyes glowed, "I ordered a nonfat latte. — Kevin Hearne