Quotes from Rachel Caine

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake. Claire about Oliver

Go to hell and take that with you!" She shouted it right in Amelie's face. Eve was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie's white fury. And then she slapped the Founder in the face.

Oh, he is cute!" Shane said in a fake girly voice. "Gee, maybe we can ask him out!" "Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand? Of course. He didn't.

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

Now, said Brandons low, cold voice. Lets not be rude eve.

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane's solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. "How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are? That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now

Take her home. And- Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times, Myrnin said, much too sharply. I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.

Ummm…" She licked her lips. "Define fun." "Quit doing that, jailbait. It's distracting.

It's only a hunting spider, it won't hurt you. -Myrnin So not the point! -Claire Oh, pish. It's just another living creature. Nothing to be frightened of, if handled properly. I think I'll call him Bob. Bob the spider. -Myrnin You're insane. -Claire

Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane

Claire said. "I might be able to get him to stop." "Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off," Shane said. "I kind of worry." She couldn't help but smile. "Yeah?" "A little bit." "That's …nice." He studied her, and returned the smile. "Yeah," he said. "Kind of is, actually.

Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning, Shane said. Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?

You can't go around... licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just... unsanitary.

I think so," she [Claire] said. "Just watch your back, okay?" "Nah, Michael's got mine." He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. "I've got yours.

Shane talking to Claire - Hang on - Slow down. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right? You don't have to put out to keep me here. Well, as long as you eventually... Shut up Claire said.

I'd say over my dead body, but I think you already made that point," Michael snapped. "Thanks for the visit. Now fuck off, man.

Always remember the words of Descartes: The reading of all good books is like conversion with the finest men of the past centuries.

Shane - Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.

Eve said, in a high, squeaky, airless voice, "The ghost! You're the ghost Miranda was talking about! Oh my God, Michael, you're the ghost! You bastard!" He nodded, still concentrating on breathing. Eve got control of her voice and squealed, "That is without a doubt the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire life!

And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's all grrr now.

I'd kiss you, too, if I was closer."(claire) "I wouldn't," Michael said. "I don't love you that way." "That's not what you said last time."(shane) "Ass."(michael) _________________________ "No," Shane said. "I'm not leaving you two here alone. We stick together." "I'm still not kissing you," Michael said. "Tease.