Quotes from Rachel Caine

Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!" Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. "I swear, I'm going to start taking my clothes off!" The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. "Chicken," she said, and paced the room, back and forth.

People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

Don't play his game. Play yours.

Did you see my ninja move?That was fast, right? You are not a ninja, Shane. I've watched all the movies. I just haven't gotten the certificate from the correspondence course yet.

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you! he called as she ran down the hall. Love you, too, jackass!

He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.

I just went to work for a vampire, was scared by a spider, and got knocked down by a tanning bomb. And that's just my day, not my week.

life is a work in progress.

He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said, Let me take a look at him. Shane? I'm not dropping my pants, Shane said. I just thought I'd say that up front.

How'd you get to be so good at this? I had a good teacher. Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass. I mean you, dummy. Oh.

Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve

No," Shane said. "I'm not leaving you two here alone. We stick together." "I'm still not kissing you," Michael said. "Tease.

Really? Is he running for Worst Boyfriend Ever? In the subcategory of Completely Awesome.

Monica's eyes were fierce and fiery, but she didn't move, and after a second she turned and ran up the steps to the second floor, where her formally dressed friends were huddled like the cast of Survivor: Abercrombie & Fitch Island.

All right, he said. Since you ask so nicely. I wasn't asking. I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.

Excuse me? You're a lady? I bought a title on the Internet. I own one square inch of Scotland. And you're changing the subject.

Shane held the jewelry at arm's length, dangling it like a dead rat. No way in hell am I caught dead or alive wearing that.

See? My plans don't all suck. Just most of them.

You are the weirdest girl ever." "Please. You live with Eve.

He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once. No, Shane said. I did it. Let me fix it. He went off after Michael. Eve chewed her lip and said, Well, we're either going to see half the house destroyed, or their bromance is going to go all the way.

She was staring at you.' 'What can I say? Irresistible.' 'Shane, it's not funny. I just—you should be careful. 'Always am.' Which was an absolute lie. Shane's eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. 'Jealous?' 'Maybe.' 'No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk.- Myrnin Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen - Claire

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before.

Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne