#blake

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

I felt like shit, but it was happy shit. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#questions #anita-blake

Is this a private fight, or can anyone join? ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#anita-blake

I couldn't think of anything helpful to say, so I resorted to humor, my shield of last resort. 'Just please tell me they don't have a dog and a picket fence.' He smiled. 'No fence, but a dog, two dogs.' 'What kind of dogs?' I asked. He smiled and glanced at me, wanting to see my reaction. 'Maltese. Their names are Peeka and Boo.' 'Oh, shit, Edward, you're joking me.' 'Donna wants the dogs included in the engagement pictures.' I stared at him, and the look on my face seemed to amuse him. He laughed. 'I'm glad you're here, Anita, because I don't know a single other person who I'd have admitted this to. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#edward #funny #ted-forrester #funny

His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said. "That can be arranged." "Please, Jean-Claude, now sexual innuendo until after I'm clean." "Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies." I started at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them. "If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I can't handle any deep, dark plots tonight, okay?" He smiiled and gave a low, sweeping bow, never taking his eyes off me. The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away. I shook my head. He WAS up to something. Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly become something else. One thing I could always depend on what Jean-Claude. Pain in the ass that he was, he always seemed to be there. Dependable in his own twisted way. Jean-Claude dependable? I must have been more tired than I thought. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#sexuality