Quotes from Rachel Caine

I have the feeling I've been— unpleasant.

Fate Eve said with a sigh I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across, Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate. Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. Have you considered medication, or- She flipped him off. Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes? Morley asked, leaning even closer. E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air. He seemed very smug that he knew that. Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?

If you ask me if I'm imagining it again, I'm going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking." Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. "He doesn't sound crazy." "Er," she clarified, "crazier. He sounds like he's back to normal, which is baseline crazy.

Here. Have a Coke. That's good for a sore throat, right?" "Good for everything," Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. "Thanks." "You owe me a dollar," Eve said. "I'll add it to the five thousand you already owe me, though." He blew her a kiss, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and that was the end of the subject, thankfully.

Michael patted him on the shoulder. "I like this plan," he said. "You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can't even say a word. Should be tons of fun." Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in return—no fangs, which was probably for the best.

What's burning?" "Your brain.

Shane looked faintly injured. "I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway." There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn't have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.

Shane: Bro, he said, in an injured tone, I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren't there to see it. Michael: Pics or it didn't happen. Shane: Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

Right. I've been missing Nutty McFang anyway." "Stop making up names for him." "What about Count Crackula?" "Just stop.

Jackass! Eve yelled. You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome, Shane said.

I so rarely have the chance to field-test anything. Amelie is so conservative about these things -Myrnin

claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here

It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.

Jason talking about Michael - Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass, Jason snapped.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

I Promise, Shane said. You'd better, jerkface, Eve said. How's the head? Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school? I love you, Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable. Jerkface. Much better.

Damn, girl. You space so hard, you ought to look into a career at NASA.

He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. "I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn't understand tea at all.

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

Trav, if you cross us -- I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.

The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.