“It’ll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world.” She slid off her stool…. He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely. “When did I stop ruling the world?” he called after her.”
— Erin Kellison
“He took a deep breath. “I’m a dragon, Samantha.” “Oh, my God.” His lips twitched. “Even when I look like a man.” “A dragon,” she repeated. “Yes.”
— Erin Kellison
“She went on tiptoe and pecked his cheek with a kiss. Daring of her, she knew. His green eyes went dragon-gold and sharp, the bones of his forehead morphing slightly to suggest the crowned brow of the dragon inside. At least he was smiling, though it was the kind of greedy grin that would send most people running in the opposite direction. Not her. “Let’s just get this over with,” she said. “Yes.” His voice had gone rumbly. “And then on to something else.”
— Erin Kellison
“Apparently, she was going to visit an evil witch with a scary poet vampire.”
— Erin Kellison
“He kissed it better,” she told them.”
— Erin Kellison
“Oh, the envelope did contain magic,” a strange, low voice said from the doorway. Judith looked over. She forgot her cut and her coffee. And how to breathe. The tall, broad man filling up the door frame looked like a warrior angel with gold hair falling into his eyes, a pale-gold undertone to his skin, and ‘heartbreaking’ green eyes…. “Any magic that involves blood is a grave threat,” he continued. “And death by paper cut would be a long and tedious way to go. I can help.”
— Erin Kellison
“The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.”
— Erin Kellison
“One night. May the best witch win.”
— Erin Kellison
“Vampires aren’t noble?” “No. We serve or we prey.” “Like monks?” He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. “Prey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.”
— Erin Kellison
“There are worse things than death.”
— Erin Kellison
“Are you going to eat him?” Samantha asked… Warrick struggled for a moment, but had to tell her the truth. “Yes…” “Can I watch? Samantha added. Warrick laughed, and it echoed through the cavern. She kept surprising him. “You’re not eating him,” his mother said, still irritated….”He’s my steward,” she continued. “I get to eat him.”
— Erin Kellison
“Why do you even have jewelry?” she asked. “You don’t wear any.” “It seems I acquired it for you.”
— Erin Kellison
“King shrugged and looked back at Harlen. “Please tell me you have a plan. Because my baby girl really likes to color with me.”
— Erin Kellison
“There is no reason for beauty. It just is.”
— Erin Kellison