Top 100 Devon Monk Quotes
#1. Did you refuse to be tested to see if you and he were Soul Complements because you were afraid you might want sex with him?
Yes, I am tactful that way.
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#2. It's not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.
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#3. I opened the door as quickly as I could - speedy as a snail in glue. My fine-motor coordination was set on suck mode.
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#4. I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.
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#5. I was about to meditate like no one had ever meditated before.
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#6. Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks.
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#7. Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.
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#8. Should I take anything?" I asked, as Shamus slammed the trunk shut.
"A healthy sense of self-preservation would be good," he said.
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#9. Slowly, we drew away from the kiss. His hands remained on my back and at my hip. I wasn't ready to let go of him either.
"Are we going to talk about that?" I asked.
"Do we need to?"
"Most people would."
"What would most people say?
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#10. Is there a particular way you'd like to end up on the floor this time?" he asked as he shifted his stance and waited for me to attack. "Or do you just want me to surprise you?"
"Gee, if I get a choice, how about if I end up on top this time?
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#11. Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.
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#12. Fucking hell." He sighed dramatically. "I hate you, Beckstrom."
"Hold on to that," I said. "You know, because anger will get you there.
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#13. I thought you people had a manual for this kind of thing."
He laughed. "We have a manual. Magic doesn't.
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#14. The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.
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#15. But it was getting pretty hard to grieve someone who wouldn't just get on with the dying.
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#16. I think you're possessed."
"Old news."
"Huh. Anyone I know?"
"My dad. It's a family issue I'm working on.
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#17. The three women laughing over there? Dark wavy hair, coffee skin, and beautiful matching sets of big, lovely - "
I slapped him on the arm.
"Hey. Eyes. I was going to say eyes. What were you thinking?
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#18. I was now officially Beckstrom the storm rod. And I hated it.
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#19. If this was what Mikhail called opening the gate close to Zayvion's body, I was going to kill a compass and a slide rule and send them through the gates of death to him.
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#20. Bonnie laughed, and I mean she threw her head back and cackled up into the rain.
They say it only takes a tablespoon of water to drown a person. I was hoping they were right. But Bonnie didn't drown, which was an amazing shame considering the size of her mouth.
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#21. You should have invited him in," Nola's sleepy voice said from across the room. "Trust me," I said. "I tried." "You make falling in love look hard," she muttered as she rolled over. "Give it a whirl again one of these days," I said. "Show me how easy it is.
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#22. I promise I'll stay as safe as I can. And since Zay refuses to leave me alone, I figure if things get bad, I can always shove him into the line of fire while I run like hell.
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#23. Instinct told me it was dangerous.
I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.
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#24. But even in the unglamorous warp of the peephole, she looked like a million sunny days to me.
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#25. Everything quiet?"
"You mean Shame"
"I mean your Pooh News. Any rumblies in the tumblies?" I gave him a grin.
He shook his head. "You just can't let that go, can you? ...
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#26. Sometimes it is good to know your limits. Good to know you still have limits. It makes you human. And I wanted to stay that way. Zayvion
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#27. He was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married.
Picnic, meet rain.
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#28. Right. Conversation. I might want to try some of that.
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#29. Cody?" I said. "Why are you dead?" Tact. I got it.
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#30. We're gold."
"You know no one says that anymore," Left Ned said. "Gold isn't what it used to be."
"Gold is just the same as ever," I said. "People aren't what they used to be.
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#31. Last time you walked into death, Jones was miserable to be around."
"I was in a coma." Zay said.
"Like I said no fun at all. I have pictures to prove it." Shame smiled and leaned back in the seat.
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#32. My voice rose up and up with each question, even though I didn't want it to. It's called panic. I'm good at it.
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#33. Okay, that was so far down Creepy Lane that it had intersected with Scaring the Hell Out of Me Avenue. I hated that avenue.
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#34. The last void stone I'd worn was a beautiful black stone caught in vines of copper and silver. It looked like a necklace, a piece of art, really. This thing was spud-ugly.
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#35. The Focal must hold magic, light and dark, together long enough for it to mend."
"How long does it take to mend?"
"No one's survived long enough for us to know."
I could see why people weren't rushing to volunteer.
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#36. Don't tell me there are more things like that on the streets."
"Okay," he said.
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#37. I cupped my hands over my ears. No, no, no. Get out. Get dead.
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#38. What part of you is dead, my daughter?
I didn't know - my sense of humor maybe?
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#39. He shoved at me, tried to take control, but I was nothing if not made of stubborn.
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#40. The watercolor people hadn't moved, hadn't seen us, were still busy being dead and artistic. Good.
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#41. Foolish heart, I thought. I don't have time for you.
But my heart, being foolish, did not listen.
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#42. You know what you are, Mr. Vail?"
"In a hurry?" he answered.
"A coward.
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#43. Oh, I was so not a wilting flower. I'd let a man pick me up and carry me because I couldn't handle the price of using magic when I was dead. Again.
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#44. I tried to put my left arm around him too, but the vase of flowers in my hand tipped and peed water on my floor. Did I know how to do romance or what?
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#45. So, the date was on. I'd tell Zayvion I had a chaperone. Maybe he could help me figure it out.
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#46. We're a lot alike that way. You know I never back down from a challenge." He reached over, brushed my hair back, and tucked it behind my ear. "Not the safest way to go through life."
"Maybe not. But it's my way.
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#47. Fucking fuck fuck of a fuck." Shame dug in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. His hands shook as he lit up.
"Eloquence, thy name is Flynn," Terric said
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#48. You owe me money."
"No, I'm pretty sure I won that square."
"You stole it."
"You were drinking maybe a little," Robert suggested.
"You were stealing maybe a little," Abraham said.
"Wasn't I just?" Robert grinned.
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#49. He'd already put a shirt on each leg and had stacked every shoe I owned into a precarious pyramid. The room looked like a small, overly curious tornado had torn it apart.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said. "Maybe I should give you to Shamus.
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#50. Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you've made it.
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#51. The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy.
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#52. Wow. Why don't you start with authority? Authority of what?' 'Magic.' 'Really. Magic experts? Are there magic lectures? Magic bake sales? Magic bingo night?
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#53. Let's use our heads," he said, giving Shame a hard look.
Shame just grinned. "That's my favorite thing to use.
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#54. Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who's a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney's a ferocious gargoyle.
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#55. Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.
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#56. He trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.
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#57. Sunny, whose demeanor was the exact opposite of her name;
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#58. A corner of his mouth quirked up. "I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you're curious about?"
"Hockey? Polo?"
"Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates.
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#59. My mum told me to work hard. Insisted that if I did, I'd make a good life for myself. But all my hard work had gotten me dead, tortured, re-dead, kicked out of heaven, re-alived, and now squatting in the bushes behind a morgue.
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#60. And wonders of wonders, they both shut up and did as I said.
If I'd had time I would have pulled out my journal and made a note: Shame and Terric actually listened to me for once. Warn Hell. There's a freeze coming.
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#61. You told Detective Stotts you think a wild storm is coming." "I thought you were puking." "Not with my ears," he said.
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#62. More drinking, less flirting," he said. "Or so help me I'll throw ice at you.
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#63. Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read.
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#64. Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?
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#65. Aspirin? I asked. It came out sounding a lot like ass spoon, but Zayvion seemed fluent in mumbleze.
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#66. Do you know the Guardians?" I asked Zay. "Is there some kind of club or yearly get-together where Guardians get drunk, wear funny hats, and compare war stories?
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#67. I'd never seen a place so well appointed.
"This is too much," I said. "Much too much. I'd be more comfortable with something less fussy. Like a broom closet."
"All the broom closets are full," he said. "Of brooms.
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#68. Hope is born from ashes and love yeilds to no other power. Return to your heart." A
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#69. Violet, Kevin, the crowd, and my annoying father would all just have to wait while I ate half that torte and drank half that coffee.
Violet, however, was a multitasker.
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#70. Gotta say you Portland people take weird to a new level.
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#71. You threw Shackle," Terric said. "At his head. With a hell of a lot of magic."
"He was trying to kill you guys. He'd trapped Zay. What did you want me to do, challenge him to a game of dominos? I was supposed to ride to the rescue, right? I rode.
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#72. If you are to survive, you need to put your stubbornness aside and listen to me."
"Oh, I just love that idea.
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#73. He made it sound like he was teaching me the ABC's and knew there was no way I'd ever make it to Q.
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#74. Shamus Flynn stood at the door halfway across the room, a bucket of ice tucked between his arm and chest, and a grin on his face.
"Thank God I got here in time." He tossed another volley our way. "You might have gone up in sex at any minute.
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#75. Still, I held my right hand ready to cast a spell in case arts-and-craft hour suddenly ended and they went back to Killing 101.
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#77. I did win, you know," I said.
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. I knocked you out."
"Stunned me. I wasn't unconscious."
"Oh, please, save it for the preacher. You were out cold.
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#79. Your friend split you open and nearly bled you out."
"True. But he didn't behead me, which I appreciate."
"That is the lowest bar for friendship I've ever heard of.
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#80. Abraham had almost kissed me.
And I'd kicked him in the crotch.
That was a promising beginning to a ten-year work relationship.
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#81. But there was something about Nola that negated my bullshit ability.
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#82. ... Keep your magic to yourself, missy."
"Like I'd want my magic mixing with yours anyway.
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#83. Greyson is gone."
A high-pitched ringing started in my ears.
"Dead?" I asked, not at all ashamed at the tiny bit of hope that leaked into my voice.
"No. Escaped. He'll be hunting you."
With that as the option, I liked dead better.
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#84. I'm okay. I've finally made a few new friends."
"I know," she sighed. "It makes me miss you more, ...
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#85. We didn't like each other when you were alive," I muttered to my father. "You think living in my head is going to change that?
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#86. I relaxed my grip. "Say I win."
"I win," he managed.
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#87. Don't be an idiot," Terric said. "You were unconscious less than ten minutes ago."
"And you were a dick. One of us got better.
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#88. Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.
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#89. Did you see me carrying a shovel? Of course not physically."
"So what did you do, Allie?"
"I touched him. With Magic. Because, you know, grave robbing is so last season.
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#90. She had that motherly no-bullshit way of using her hands as a second communication device and I always fell for it.
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#91. I don't know what's happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you've gone all stabby and whatnot.
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#92. So if my ability to meditate was what was going to save the world, or at least save Portland, then I was pretty sure we should all think about moving to Seattle.
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#93. Apparently loved did weird things to a girl's practical decision-making skills - Matilda
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#94. For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.
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#95. Meditate, he'd said. Jingo Jingo was such a joker.
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#96. I doubted vampire stuff would work on my disembodied father. He might have been a soulless bastard, but he was not an actual vampire.
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#97. Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad.
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#98. There was a Dad-shaped emptiness in all of our lives, and I didn't think any of us knew how to fill it yet.
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#99. Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.
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#100. Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!
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