Quotes from Rachel Caine

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy. He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants, Eve said. Define crazy.

will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer? The mirror's a great place to start

Not bad," she finally said. "At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time." "Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed. Where'd you pick up the stray?" "Outside. She came to see the room." "You beat her up first, just to make sure she's tough enough?" "Bite me, chilli boy.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks." "Just most things.

He held up one finger. I thought it wasn't loaded Shane said. Second finger. Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. Third finger. Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first. Michael shook his head. So what's on your good list? Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN, Like I died saving a busload of supermodels Claire smacked his arm. Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant?

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?

Did that remind anybody else of something? Yes, Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,'' Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ''First off, they're not dirty. I licked them first.

Of course, we could all die soon. I'm writing because Michael's patrolling the house and Shane and Claire are asleep. It may be the last chance I have to write anything down. So in case that's true, I want to say that I love Shane and Claire, and I love Michael, and staying here in the Glass House has been the best time in my entire life.... But if it all ends here, at least it's ending with the people I really love.

What did I do? he said. Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave: (1.) I thought it wasn't loaded. (2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. (3.) Killed over Ice Cream

I think I just became psychic, he said. Holy crap.

I'm saying a prayer. Maybe you ought to, too. It's going to take us a miracle to get through this." Whether he was serious or not, Claire sent the prayer up toward heaven, and she thought the others did, too. So it seemed kind of miraculous when the doorbell rang. "At least they're getting more polite when they try to kill us," Shane said.

And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell. - Eve Rosser

I think we can all agree. SHINEY.

Hey," he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. "I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.

I'm insane, not forgetful.

Claire - Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful? Eve - Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

News flash, lady. There are no queens anymore," Shane said. He loaded shells in a shotgun and snapped it shut, then searched for a place to strap it on that didn't interfere with the flamethrower. "No queens, no kings, no emperors. Not in America. Only CEOs. Same thing, but not so many crowns.

does you costume involve leather? she'd asked. and he'd said, Actually, yeah, it might. it really did. it involved a leather dog collar, leather pants and a leash, and the leash was held by Ysandre, who was in skintight red rubber, from neck to knee high boots. she'd topped it off with a pair of devil horns and a red tridant. she'd made Shane her dog, complete with furry dog mask. ***Breathe, Myrnin said. I'm not much for it myself, but i hear it's quite good for humans.***

Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.

This is the biggest damn IPod I've ever seen, Claire said, which made him choke on his beer. Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.