Jennifer L. Armentrout

"Then I should be relieved to know what I was told an hour ago is false. It wasn't you who yanked a girl--by her hair--out of chair in the common lounge area."
"You better have had a baby, killed someone, or slept with a pure. Those are your three options. Anything less is unsuitable."
"So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror."
"It’s just words and words mean nothing. Only action does."
"Are you lost, Lea? This isn't where they're handing out the free pregnancy tests."
"Seth glanced back over his shoulder at the door. Alex, you’re starting to worry me. Insult me… or something."
"Did you think he was just some lazy pure-blood who needed protection? His voice dripped sarcasm.Well he looks like one! How was I supposed to know he was secretly Rambo in Dockers?"
"Okay. I’m ready to move onto something else, like practicing with knives or defense against the dark arts. Cool things.Did you just quote Harry Potter?"
"What can I say? I cleaned up nicely"
"You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant."
"I hate you and your freaky alien powers."
"Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading."