Fever Series Quotes

“He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?"
I do.
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.
Never will.
He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Hope strengthens. Fear kills.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you’ve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day I’m going to hold a lot of joy.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep?

Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

“The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch.

"You mean the sidhe-seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken.

"No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe-seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place."

"I don't get it."

"I know. That's why you're hopping.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

“Jericho Barrons was my poison now.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

“Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over my head somewhere. “Etruscan snoods?” I glow quietly inside. Some accomplishments mean more than others. I am officially the Shit. Now and forever. “Dude, watch your question marks. I just pried one out of you.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Admit it, you lost your eternal fecking composure.” “You have an obsession with a delusion about how I end my sentences. What the fuck are Etruscan snoods?” “Dunno. It’s just another of Robin’s sayings. Like, ‘Holy strawberries, Batman, we’re in a jam!’ ” “Strawberries.” “Or, ‘Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!’ ”
― Karen Marie Moning, Iced

“Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off."

Mac: "The child?" I gasped”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers."
He stopped and went very still.
JZB: "Who is it?"
Mac: "The MacKeltars."
He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly.
JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane."
Mac: "I had a good teacher."
JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane."

Mac and Barrons”
― Karen Moning

“Psychotic rapists don't have friends."
"I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered."
"Ha."

-Mac and V'Lane”
― Karen Moning

“He’s happy, Yi-yi.”
I went very still. “He, who?”
“The one who danced you into love.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Feversong

“Choose the men you take to your bed by these criteria: they see the finest in you, enhance and defend it. When you fuck a man you are giving him A. Motherfucking. Gift. Be certain he deserves it. And bloody hell, don't have one-night stands. Commit to the action. Make it matter. Feel it and ride it all the way through.”
― Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage

“Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane,” Barrons said when I informed him of my thoughts. “It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“You don't grieve love; you celebrate that you had it.”
― Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage

“I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand.
He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, to born.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

“He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back from his face, his expression arrogant and cold. No surprise there. Barrons is arrogant and cold. He’s also wealthy, strong, brilliant, and a walking enigma. Most women seem to find him drop-dead sexy, too. Thankfully I’m not most women. I don’t get off on danger. I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“I’m no coward. But I’m no fool, either. I know when to fight, and I know when to survive to fight another day.
***
I will not cease to exist. I will not die, no matter how much pain there is. I made a promise to someone. Someone who is my highest star, my brightest sun. Someone I want to be like. I wonder who it is.
***
Inside that hollowed-out woman, there’s a place they can’t touch. There’s more to me than I thought there was. Something that no one and nothing can take away from me.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

“It’s often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“Did you fuck him?”
“Ah!” I yelled. “Of course not!” I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. “Wouldn’t I be an addict if I did?” I raised my face.
Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. “Not if he protected you.”
“They can do that? Really?”
“Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“It’s all black and white to you, isn’t it?”
“Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is white. There are no shades of it.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“All myths contain a grain of truth, Ms. Lane. I’ve handled books and artifacts that will never find their way into a museum or library, things no archaeologist or historian could ever make sense of. There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses. Some of us do.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“Why have you chosen to spare me?”
“I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.”
“Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.”
“I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered.”
“Ha.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.
<***>
It’s not fiction, and there’s no escape. The walls between the human world and Faery are coming down—and I hate to break it to you, but these fairies are so not Tinkerbells.
<***>
I’ve seen things that would make your skin crawl. I’ve done things that make my skin crawl.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

“Through the annals of history, women have paid a price for protection. One day, I won’t have to.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

“I had no idea how it knew, but it knew I knew, and I knew it, and there was no point in faking.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo. I’d like to tell you that the monster under the bed is rarely as bad as your fear of it, but in my experience it’s almost always worse.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like each other have sex. I’d once caught Natalie and Rick, two people I know for a fact can’t stand each other, banging away in the bathroom at The Brickyard. When later I’d asked her what had changed, she’d said nothing, she still couldn’t stand him, but he’d sure looked hot tonight. Doesn’t anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is?”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“Find the silver lining. Throw that head back and belly up a laugh. It’s just another adventure. Greet it, master it.”
― Karen Marie Moning, High Voltage