Quotes from Cherie Priest

It's as if there's no one at all working the drawbridge between his brain and his mouth.

Yes, bad things happened to you—really bad things. But you survived them! Now that chapter's closed, and you can… well, you don't have to forget any of it. You don't have to pretend it never happened. But you've got the whole rest of your life to live, so how are you gonna live it?

I've got the camera. You got the film?" Benny shook the baggie until the canisters fell out. "I got the film." I tossed my head over at Jamie. "What've you got?" "Passion. Charm. Talent. And an irrepressible desire to charge around a battlefield while I'm being pursued by the dead." "Okay," I agreed. "If that's all you've got, it'll have to do.

That sound . . . that sound, it came from his mouth. It was the song of something dying. Something that never did live.

All this, in the midst of a city already plagued by the Ku Klux Klan—a group more sinister and suspicious than most people have any idea, and their public face is troublesome enough without any secret agenda hiding beneath their ridiculous robes. I tell you, they're stranger than the Freemasons and not half as well thought out, but they're radical, blind believers of awful things.

He found it virtually impossible to pretend to the niceties that served as social lubricant for the masses. He did not like all the runaround and flowery difficulty that accompanied even the simplest transactions. Why couldn't everyone just say what they meant? Why did they need to couch everything so cautiously? The truth should always be enough, regardless of its delivery.

Honey, these aren't ordinary penis bones." "Not the kind you pick up at Walgreens, with a bottle of aspirin and a scented candle?

Sometimes the advantage of being young and bright is not knowing what's impossible.

Raylene- Actually... I have an idea. Adrian- Oh no. R- No, it's a *good* idea. A- I don't believe you.

So they pretended on paper that you were a chimp and tinkered with your eyes, and the animal rights people got hold of the news, and they were incensed on your behalf. Or they would've been, if you'd been a monkey. Do

It's been said that she was young once, but never beautiful.

If the military knew about vampires, and it knew about a few of the other less conventional brands of humanity, too, then what was the big plot? They obviously weren't trying to recruit us, which was sort of a shame. I imagined a full unit of vampire soldiers and I got a little giddy, and distracted. Bad idea, maybe. But it'd be epic, wouldn't it?

I slipped on through, slicker than whale shit through an ice floe.

we must save the world as well. All from this library." Lincoln gave a crooked shrug. "There are worse places from whence to mount a defense of civilization.

Children and adults are alike--it's not as if we ever outgrow our darker fears. Let's not pretend we're all so reluctant to entertain the unknown.

She had become something wrathful and insane, an urban legend waiting to happen.

I suppose it's like newlywed sex. The first few years, you get busy anytime, anywhere, baby. But after a few anniversaries, you'd rather stay up and watch Leno.

What a horrible reason to shoot someone, as if any decent god gives a damn how he's worshipped, so long as it's directed heavenward with love?

What happened back there? That was … it was magic, wasn't it?" "Either magic, or that woman is so crazy she can fly.

You always feel better after you sing. It's like exercise, or eating your vegetables, or mediation. But with glitter and the occasional high note.

I hoped to God that I was overstating the urgency, but my internal Panic O'Matic assured me that heavily armed commandos were already rifling through my underwear drawer.

Do they know?" "Know what?" "About your car," she whistled quietly between her teeth. "Not unless they're magically tracking me by the pixie dust that spills out of my ass. It

Many monsters lose their power to frighten, when they're dragged out into the morning.

It would probably be uncharitable to call the look "neoclassical Georgian plus IBM taupe and gingerbread revival meeting in a dark alley for fisticuffs and insults." But there I go anyway. It wasn't my kind of joint. I