Quotes from Shannon McKenna

Come on. Let's go up to the kitchen, make some tea. We can try another one of Zia's cupcakes. She made some with chocolate frosting. Lily froze in her tracks. I hate it, she burst out. I'm here, sipping tea and nibbling cupcakes while Bruno's out there? What, should I maybe crochet a white lace doily while I'm at it? Tam and Edie exchanged glances. Tam, spoke, her voice dry. Shot of bourbon, then?

I'm an excellent pastry chef. My pie crust is better than my Zia Rosa's. Come on back to the kitchen. I'll make a chocolate cream pie before your very eyes. I'll feed a piece of it to you by hand. And by the time I'm done, you're not going to be asking me if I'm gay anymore. She cleared her throat, gaze darting down. Is that so. It is, he said. On your feet. Come on back to the kitchen. I mean it. I'm dead serious. It's pie time. And I am so ready for you.

Come here. She shrank back. I'm alright. No you're not. You look like an extra out of a splatter film. He jerked her toward him and started to swipe at her face with the rag. Huh. It actually felt kind of good to be groomed like a kitten.

Wow. My feminist sensibilities are outraged," she murmured. "Yeah? I'll outrage them like they've never been outraged before.

He went to the light switch by the door and flicked it off. When he turned, she glowed in the golden light from the space heater, and the shadow over her shoulders on the wall seemed a looming, black-cloaked figure. An ancient, mythical harbinger of doom and destruction. He blinked. It turned into a pattern of blocked light again. Jesus, what the hell was that about? He was rattled, jittery, scared half to death. But he could no more say no to this girl than he could stop breathing.

She set the coffee down beside him with a thud that made the liquid slosh over the rim and sat down a couple of stairs behind him. He reached for the cup and took a swallow without acknowledging her. She waited. Nothing. "You're, uh, welcome," she prompted. He didn't speak. He didn't nod. Wow. Breathtaking. It took balls to be that rude.

He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.

Sean was stung. "I do not fuck everything that has a pulse," he said haughtily. "I have my standards. I limit myself to endoskeletal organisms. I always go for vertebrates. And I dont't do reptiles. Ever.

Tonight he was a firm adherent to the classic McCloud school of thought; plant bugs first, apologize later.

Lack of vigilance will get you killed. A McCloud creed that he seemed to have internalized.

Dear God, this was awful. She's been kidnapped by a repressed part of her subconscious, her body taken over by a wanton nympho with no dignity who was sexually aroused by bad behaviour.

All I know is, she is the wild warrior goddess with the flaming sword of righteousness. Do not mess with her, man, or she will fuck you up.