Quotes from Rachel Caine

Can we agree to a decent working rapport, here? Because I really don't have time for this, and I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh—

Well...I would make an awesome mayor. I'm very photogenic.

Because Oliver wants you, and what Oliver wants, Oliver gets, right? So get your sweet little butt up already." "Hey," Shane said, and stood up. "I'm not telling you again, Jase. Stop." "What, because I said she had a sweet little butt? You don't think she does? Hard to believe, since you spend so much time staring at it.

not only do the edges not fit, they're not even from the same damn puzzle.

Stop lying by omission

I need to be a vampire, she said. and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don't care who turns me. The important thing is that if I change, I'll be a princess. I was wrong. She was really crazy.

The saga started out a normal day—don't they all? I mean, surely one morning back there in prehistoric times a dinosaur woke up, yawned, chewed some coffee beans, and thought his day was going to be dead boring, just before a comet slammed into his neighborhood.

Porque eso era, de hecho, mi secreto. En un mundo demente, la cordura tiene muy poco sentido.

He loped off down the hall, and she felt a pure burst of fury. Boys. Why were they always such dumbasses?

Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love.

Some people you don't walk away from.

Did you talk to him about it? Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy. Maydar? As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.

smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door

Jess. Khalila drew his gaze back to her. What is it Scholar Wolfe used to tell us? 'Anything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.

Let's say that it belong to me as much as it belongs to anyone alive today. If I am, strictly speaking, living. The old word was undead, you know, but aren't all living things undead. I dislike imprecision.

I am not the Library's child! I must acquire my own information, build my own knowledge, and, through experience, transform it to the treasured gold of wisdom.

When all the world is a lock, boy, you don't make a key. You become a key.

knowledge is like any other treasure: it can be hoarded. It can be stolen. It can be scattered to the winds. And worst of all, it can inspire greed of a particularly poisonous kind.

I'm not saying a hunt isn't something we crave, but to a man, we hate to be manipulated. And this is our town, as much as any human's. Our home, and our neighbours and perhaps even our friends. You fall into the trap of thinking as Fallon does, that there are only heroes and villains, monsters and victims, and nothing between. We all stand in that space, crossing the line to one side, then the other. Even you.

Pharaoh has also heard your words regarding the unaccompanied admission of females to this sacred space of the Serapeum, and in his divine wisdom refuses this argument, for women must be instructed by the more developed minds of men to ensure they do not wrongly interpret the riches that the Library offers.

It's written in our DNA somewhere: our children first, the rest of the world second.

she was only eighteen." "Old enough to vote, fuck, and know better

As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hurt me? he asked. How would you do that? By taking away everything I love? Everything I honour? You're too late, Hannah. Far too late. Fallon already did that. Claire's terrible feeling suddenly condensed into a heavy, sickening weight. He took Jesse, she said. Fallon took Jesse.