Quotes from Cherie Priest

Did you even use anything at all in that bag of yours?" "No, but I might use some of it later." And I almost certainly would, once I got rid of this crybaby and picked up my drag queen.

Sometimes, everyone is right. Not always and not even usually, but once in a while, everyone is right.

Is this what we fled, when we left the ocean? Did we grow legs so we could run away?)

Which meant he had about eight weeks to pull something amazing out of his butt. His butt was not being terribly helpful.

She was a decent storyteller, but a crap liar, for all the sense that made.

Every affair is a fairy tale or a tragedy.

And if there are gods after all, perhaps we should not struggle so hard to get their attention, if this is the attention they would lavish upon us.

She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.

You're a hard negotiator, Ray-Baby." "I'm going to get a lot harder if you call me that again." "Give me a minute. Less than a minute. I'm almost certain I can make a filthy joke in response to that." "No", I told him. "No, for the love of God, don't.

I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but I bet it's hard to pronounce when you're drunk."

Adrian had a Guinness because I guess he felt like drinking a loaf of bread or something. That's what it smelled like, anyway.

I don't see why not," I all but snapped at him. "His body was experimented upon, and there are records of it. What else would you call it?" "I don't know. Necropsy?

You know, everything's a ghost story, eventually.

Even down here, money has plenty to say.

The truth is I never knew him well—only well enough to know that I didn't wish to know him better. •

Three years passed. And then there was a sticker.

She collected herself, and rose from the floor. "Until you have a better grasp on what we're dealing with here, I'd appreciate your immediate proximity." I did as she asked. She was the expert, after all. But what a terrifying thought, that the world's foremost expert knew only enough to live in horror.

The world is full of things we can't control. All we can do is keep trying, keep working.

Either birds or bats flapped up and into the night as the gates rolled back into position. My money was on bats. Little blingy ones, carrying tiny Louis Vuitton clutches.

He smiled when he talked, a smile that was not completely cold, but was the professional smile of a man who spends his days answering easy questions for people whom he'd rather usher out of his office via catapult.

He stayed close, and he stayed quiet. It was easy to do, almost; the silence above was so alarmingly complete that it was easier to keep it than to break it.

Sure he's dead, and it's a good thing for us. It's hard to argue with a dead man. A dead man can't change his mind or make new rules, or behave like a bastard so no one will listen to him anymore. A dead man stays a saint.

Surreal. It was his word of the week. "This must be one of the circles of hell Dante accidentally left off the list.

Modern families are complicated things. Siblings, half siblings, stepparents, stepcousins, what have you. You can't pick who you're born to, that's for sure.