Karen Marie Moning: Likeness (page 2)

“How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?”

“Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.”

“Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.”

“When my faith is getting weak
And I feel like giving in
You breathe into me again…”

“Are we, like, having a conversation?"
"Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so, then yes, I would call this a conversation”

“How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”

“Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.”

“He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.”

“Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons”

“I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained.
Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?”
“Crazy?”

“Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.”

“Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”

“PROS: things that make it look like I could be

….

5. K'Vruck poked at me mentally, then said, "Ah, there you are." (WTF????)”

“I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies.
"I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly.
Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.”

“What the feck?” Dani snapped when I answered. “You sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!”

“Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.”