Quotes from Jeff Lindsay

when I added it all up, I realized what I had: a very strong possible maybe something or not, which might or might not be an actual threat or not. Or

Although a mere unknown connection might not seem terribly damning evidence of anything to a rational being, I knew enough about the drug world to know that it has very few rational residents. They

All part of the morning ritual: Astor never wanted anything Rita gave her to eat. And I found it oddly comforting that I knew what would happen next, as Rita and the kids followed the every-morning script and I waited for the cold pills to kick in and return to me the power of independent thought. Until then, no need to worry; I didn't have to do anything but follow the pattern.

We are monsters, stamped from birth with forbidden hungers, and these can no more be Corrected than can the need to breathe. Bird

They didn't need to know a thing about me to decide that I had overstayed my time on planet Earth. I

Life is hard and uncertain, and sometimes a small victory has to be enough.

Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection? I

I scrubbed with cold water for several minutes without really removing the stain. The paper towels kept falling apart, leaving dozens of small wet crumbs of paper all over the shirt without affecting the stain. This coffee was amazing stuff; perhaps it was part paint or fabric dye—that would explain the taste.

I finally gave up and blotted my shirt dry the best I could. I left the restroom wearing my semi-wet stained shirt and headed for the lab, hoping I might get some sartorial sympathy from Vince Masuoka.

The real question at this point, and it was an awkward one, was how to tell Deborah that all this was happening because somebody had seen me in flagrante delicto.

By the time I went to sleep tonight, Crowley would have gone the way of the dodo and the balanced budget.

I had always followed the careful rules laid down by Harry, my cop foster father, who taught me how to be what I am with modesty and exactness.

Normally I suppose I would have felt like kicking Chutsky for offering up Dexter's tender skin on the altar of unnecessary danger. But as it happened, I agreed—just this once. It was clear to me that someone with a little bit of common sense should tag along, and looking around our gathering, counting everyone, that left me. "That's right," I said. "Besides, we can always call in for backup if it gets sticky." Apparently

We drove back to the doughnut shop where I'd left my car, idling past once on U.S. 1 while we looked for any sign of untoward activity, Legal or Otherwise, around my car. There was no sign of anything: no police cruiser or unmarked car, and as far as we could see, there was no conga line of swarthy killers with machine guns, either.

I looked out the windshield in front of us at the milky water of the quarry. The surface shone brightly, even though it was completely dark now, which I thought was quite appropriate.

Why, Dexter?" Debs repeated, and there was a dangerous edge to her voice that went far behind frustrated anger. "It's kind of complicated," I said, stalling in the hope that either a brilliant idea would occur to me or, if not, the house might be hit by lightning. "Make it simple," she snapped.

Great, now I'm a moron," Vince grumbled, and nodded at me. "You see how smart you are with Simone Legree halfway up your ass.

Por lo visto, el sargento Doakes había olvidado que debía seguirme, porque me ganó la carrera hasta la furgoneta por unos buenos veinte metros.

Blah. It was as stupid as it was embarrassing and enervating.

Well," I said, still waiting, "it all starts with Kraunauer." A good start: Debs nodded. "Okay," she said.

Altogether, it made wooing Morpheus a great deal more difficult than usual. I napped and woke up, napped and woke up, until finally, around two thirty, Rita closed her suitcase, thumped it onto the floor, and crawled in beside me, and I dropped off into deep, wonderful sleep at last. In

Hiya, bud," the driver said. She was about fifty, with a square face that had been savaged and turned to old worn leather by the sun, and she stretched it into a brief professional smile for me. "Where to?" It

I looked at Jackie with new respect. "Ingenious," I said, and she gave me a smile that made me want to sing.

Have you ever noticed that no matter how often we all talk about freedom we never seem to have any? There were few things in the world I wanted to do less than follow my sister into the park, where a very obvious trap was set for us and, if everything went really well, the best I could hope for was having Samantha Aldovar ruin my life. If I truly had any freedom at all I would have taken Deborah's car and gone down to Calle Ocho for a palomilla steak and an Ironbeer. But