Kelley Armstrong

"I wouldn’t call Gabriel Walsh if I was on fire.” She pursed her lips. “No, I might. To sue everyone responsible—from the person who lit the match to those who made my clothes. But I’d wait until the fire was out. Otherwise, he’d just stand there until I was burned enough for a sizable settlement."

"Maybe my expectations for honesty are too high."

"You know children, always playing with the forces of darkness."