Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong is a Canadian writer, primarily of fantasy novels since 2001...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 December 1968
CountryCanada
angel cutting demon
Demon, angel, all the same thing if you go back far enough, or cut deep enough.
two ashes foxes
Umm, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you suppose to be dead? Currently being chased by two Cabals? You're waltzing around Vancouver, eating in restaurants?" (Ash)"Hell no," Corey said. "I never waltz. I do the fox-trot sometimes though.
writing worry borrowing
I don't read much of what I write because I worry about unintentionally borrowing something.
morning writing blame
I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.
might typical beats
I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.
negative reviews made
Reviews are great. I can read negative reviews and say, You know that point they made... they were dead on.
body mocha firsts
First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
dad lying doors
Dad!" he shouted, loud enough to make my ears ring. "Dad! You need to get down here!" (Derek) Chloe held open the door and whispered to me, "I could say he's not always like this, but I'd be lying.
love-you thinking want
I love you. I'm not sure if it's the way you want me to. I think it might be. But I know that I love you. I absolutely love you.
opportunity isms equal
There are just as many bitches out there as bastards. Equal opportunity asshole-ism.
guy care safe
This is what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.
fall heart army
Still sitting, he reached out and pulled me toward him. We stayed there, looking at each other, his hand still wrapped in my shirt hem, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. when I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one army going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.
thinking killers pomeranians
Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian." I glanced up at Derek. "It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.
guy popularity said
You guys are weird," Tori said. Simon sat on the crate beside me. "That's right. We are totally weird and completely uncool. Your popularity is plummeting just by being near us.