Anne Bishop Quotes

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it. - Daemon

~ Anne Bishop

People who entered the Courtyard without an invitation were just plain crazy! Wolves were big and scary and so fluffy, how could anyone resist hugging one just to feel all that fur?“Ignore the fluffy,” she muttered. “Remember the part about big and scary.

~ Anne Bishop

Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him?It depends on whether or not I get an answer.

~ Anne Bishop

The Dimwit's Guide to the Female Mind might assist your efforts in understanding human females. But it must be pointed out that this subject can be a dangerous adventure and should be undertaken with extreme caution. After all, human males have been trying to understand their females for generations, and most of the time they come away from these encounters looking like someone stuck their tails into an electric socket.

~ Anne Bishop

She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.

~ Anne Bishop

The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.

~ Anne Bishop

A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.

~ Anne Bishop

...you look the truth in the face - not the truth that has fangs and fur but the hard truth about yourself, that you're just as dangerous as the beings the rest of the people fear but you can't afford to be as honest about it. You can't tell those people that you'll make deals with what they fear in order to keep them sage from the monsters who look just like them.

~ Anne Bishop

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It's the evil among us who rule now.

~ Anne Bishop

He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.

~ Anne Bishop

The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place.

~ Anne Bishop

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

~ Anne Bishop

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.

~ Anne Bishop

Lucivar winced. She guzzled half the flask — and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created.Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?”“No no no,” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath.” She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her.“Mother Night,” Lucivar muttered.“Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.

~ Anne Bishop

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name.Everything has a price.

~ Anne Bishop

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

~ Anne Bishop

*I don't want the body,* she whimpered. *It hurts.**Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a bird's song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?*

~ Anne Bishop

Why?He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. Because... you're you.

~ Anne Bishop

Not fault of teaching spider if little spider pay more attention to catching fly than doing lesson.

~ Anne Bishop

There would be a spike in the number of girls who went out for a walk in the woods and were never heard from again. There always were when stories came out portraying the terra indigene as furry humans who just wanted to be loved.Most of the terra indigene didn't want to love humans, they wanted to eat them. Why did humans have such a hard time understanding that?

~ Anne Bishop

It was Jaenelle's voice, but...She was medium height, slender, and fair-skinned. Her gold mane--not quite hair and not quite fur--was brushed up and back from her exotic face and didn't hide the delicately pointed ears. In the center of her forehead was a tiny, spiral horn. A narrow strip of gold fur traced her spine, ending in a small gold and white fawn tail that flicked over her bare buttocks. The legs were human and shapely, but changed below the calf. Instead of feet, she had dainty horse's hooves. Her human hands had sheathed claws like a cat's. As she shifted position to slip another shard into place, he saw the small, round breasts, the feminine curve of waist and hips, the dark-gold triangle of hair between her legs.Who...?But he knew. Even before she walked over and looked at him, even before he saw the feral intelligence in those ancient, haunted sapphire eyes, he knew. Terrifying and beautiful. Human and Other. Gentle and violent. Innocent and wise.*I am Witch,* she said, a small, defiant quiver in her voice.*I know.* His voice had a seductive throb in it, a hunger he couldn't control or mask.

~ Anne Bishop

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together.He wasn't human. Would never be human. And Meg didn't expect him to be. But feeling her hand in his, Simon thought maybe he could learn to be human enough.

~ Anne Bishop

Enjoy your Evening.That will depend on the menu. If it's beef, it will be a tolerable meal. If it's chicken... Elliot shuddered. What is the point of chicken?Eggs?

~ Anne Bishop

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

~ Anne Bishop

When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?]

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The map showed human places I'd never heard of - places that had once been great civilizations, until humans forgot the world wasn't theirs to claim.

~ Anne Bishop

Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? She's so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom.

~ Anne Bishop

Nathan said nothing for a moment. Then, There’s nothing in my fur, is there?Simon gave the other Wolf a careful look. “No boogers.” 　　Good. I hate washing boogers out of fur.“Who doesn’t? What comes out of human noses is disgusting...

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Do any of them realize that Simon Wolfgard is falling in love with Meg Corbyn? Monty wondered. Does Wolfgard understand his own response to the girl? What about Meg? How does she feel? What would the rest of the Others do if one of their kind did fall in love with a human?

~ Anne Bishop

In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration.Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.

~ Anne Bishop

And the Lady's mate. Despite having only two legs and small fangs, there was much that was feline in that one, and he approved.

~ Anne Bishop

This year he'd been caught up in a whirlwind called Jaenelle Angelline-as impossible to deflect as she was to stop-and he had become an accomplice in all sorts of schemes that, even in their innocence, had been thrilling

~ Anne Bishop

The police have no leads as yet on the person or persons who painted obscene suggestions on the buildings. One store owner said he was going to leave a dictionary on a public bench so the vandals could at least spell the obscenities correctly.

~ Anne Bishop

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff,” he grumbled.And it had been easier when he hadn’t cared if he made any of them cry.

~ Anne Bishop

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

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For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn.The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had

~ Anne Bishop

I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.

~ Anne Bishop

W-what are you?Selena looked down at her rival. What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.

~ Anne Bishop

You're not going to answer, are you? Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence.No.Don't you know the answer?Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl.But you know the answer.Daemon growled.

~ Anne Bishop

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

~ Anne Bishop