Quotes from Cherie Priest

Boys disobey their parents with such great regularity that it's barely worth a comment; and if yours is talented enough to rebel in such grand fashion, then you ought to consider it a point of pride that he's such a sharp lad.

There was nothing I could do but squirm faster and try to trust Adrian, who was surely one of the most competent mere mortals I'd met in years. He had a (small, girlie) gun, he had his wits, and he had … I don't know. Maybe a silver bikini under his commando-wear, for all I knew.

You can learn a lot about someone by his teeth. Or her teeth. Especially vampires. For some of us, hygiene goes out the window when our body temperature drops. We might not need much in the way of deodorant, but I swear—a little Listerine never hurt anybody.

Father, forgive me—for I know precisely what I'm doing.

If Mattel ever makes a Drag Queen Barbie, they damn well ought to pattern that doll's proportions after Sister Rose. Those were legs that could crack a horse's ribs, and they knew how to move.

There are worse things than minotaurs at the centre.

It's a very fine line indeed, and a seductive message at its core: God loves some of us, and is coming for us—and he'll destroy everything and everyone we don't like. It's a great galactic game of "Just wait until your Father gets home!

Why the world won't accommodate my every whim, I just don't know.

if there's one thing other than traffic in Seattle, it's coffee. You can't swing a dead squirrel without hitting a Starbucks, or failing that particular evil empire, an indie establishment.

Before I was really ready to settle in, dawn was creeping up outside, flushing the far side of the curtains. I could feel it approaching, like the footsteps of someone unpleasant coming up the stairs.

The captain strikes me as a competent officer, and competent officers are never given enough information to work with.

I've got a woman. A crazy woman." "Sounds like the start of a country song to me," I said.

About the water, because it all came back to the water, didn't it? It tied it all together: the sanitarium, the rain, the plumbing. The bathtub and a baby,

but can't you feel it? Something abominable and atmospheric.

I assume they're still there, ostriching themselves and eating paint chips, or whatever it is they do in their spare time. I

Few witnesses agree, and fewer still were granted a glimpse of the Incredible Bone-Shaking Drill Engine. Its course took it under the earth and down hills, gouging up the land beneath the luxurious homes of wealthy mariners and shipping magnates, under the muddy flats where sat the sprawling sawmill, and down along the corridors, cellars, and storage rooms of general stores, ladies' notions shops, apothecaries, and yes ... the banks.

But of course, Libby didn't grow up. She died in Salmon Bay instead. Supposedly.

Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared. May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.

And the princess herself... she was no simple cartoon anymore, but a fully fledged character. She had wild black hair with electric blue streaks, and her mouth was set in a determined line. She looked very much like May imagined Libby might, had she lived to see high school. Tough and pretty. Slim and tall. Ready to kick some butt.

I had to leave the Thunderbird parked entirely too close to a stop sign. But seriously, if the city meant for drivers to keep their cars thirty feet away from the corners, they'd mark the damn corners with paint or something. I'm convinced that it's a conspiracy to write more tickets and bring in more revenue—so if I looked at it that way, then really, I was just doing my part to support Seattle's public servants.

In all the years she'd been talking to houses, the houses had never talked back.

But it's Libby. I know it's her. I have to figure out how to help her. Maybe I'm the only one who can. – May

I'd eat some pizza, if anybody decided to order one. You know. Hypothetically. – May

I can't place your accent." "Oh. I wasn't aware that I had one," I said coyly. I knew I didn't have one. I'd been in the Northwest long enough to have matched the bland diction that's so common there. Unless you want to argue that the absence of an accent is an accent in itself, in which case I'd have to kick you in the shins. And I can kick very hard.