Annette Curtis Klause Quotes

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

I want to lay my kill at your feet.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Life is an illusion that last too little.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Three cheers for Sheriff Wilson. - Bucky Dideron

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

You're too busy writing the next book to worry about Googling yourself all the time.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

I will howl for you, human boy (...). I will hunt you in my girl skin but I'll celebrate as wolf.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

I mean, how would anyone learn anything if they weren't curious? How would scientists make discoveries? -- We all have the right to be different, don't we?

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

The challenge of writing books for teenagers is walking the fine line between truth and what the publishers, parents, and the more conservative librarians want to hear.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

The Law is supposed to keep us safe and strong and able to birth healthy children, yet the Law wants us to tear each other apart to find a leader. The Law's a bunch of hypocrisy.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

In his wolf-skin he was as strong as any of them, but he was a gentle person in many ways. He'd feel so bad about failing he'd probably step aside for someone else without a fight.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Children and teens need to explore the dark side as a healthy part of growing. If a child is protected from everything dreadful, he will have no coping mechanisms in place when finally confronted with disaster.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden. "The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Why me?" she asked, holding on to him. "Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

We can take it slow," he said. "You can learn to be with me. Find out what I'm all about. You never know, you might like what you find." "Don't hold your breath," she said. He stepped toward her casually, amusement flickering around his lips. She tensed, her eyes checking for a way to run. "Or..." His hand lashed out, grabbed her, and whipped her into his arms, where he held her tight. "We can take it fast and rough.

• Annette Curtis Klause / Writer

Gabriel pulled her over his body to lie on the bed beside him. His kisses pressed her down into the oblivion of the mattress as her hands explored his chest, his shoulders, his face. "I want to lay my kill at your feet," he said, more growl than words, and held her tight by her hair as he marked her neck with his teeth. She writhed against him. She wanted to bite him, she wanted to rip the flesh from his back, but most terrible of all, she didn't want him to stop. Her back arched, her body shattered, she howled.