Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell Kaye Hamiltonis an American fantasy and romance writer. She is best known as the author of two series of stories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth19 February 1963
CountryUnited States of America
irony sometimes sadistic
I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.
blood hands mouths
He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.
two names giving
Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.
body weapons boxes
So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.
book talking potters
It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
flower bumps arms
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower.
rude evening good-evening
No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite ." - Jean-Claude
humans petite
He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.
determination mind enemy
I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.
trying ruins apologizing
When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect
hurt pain grief
Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.
thinking stones anita-blake
Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.
running monsters hunted
We were U.S. Marshals. We hunted and killed the monsters. We did not run from them
kids two killers
Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too