Quotes from Rachel Caine

You're the crazy whisperer!

He's not getting out of here again...But you don't have to go all Marquis de Sade on him either. Just kill him or let me.

She'd started handcuffed, armed with a paper clip. Now she had a ten-inch strip of metal with sharp edges, handcuffs, and a paper clip. Her odds were improving all the time.

You know it's desperate, she said. Shane is going to the library.

Oh, come on. A vamp marrying a human gets the fanged ones all upset, and Eve made herself look like the ultimate fang-anger to all the humans by putting a ring on one, so what did you expect exactly? Flowers and parades? This is Texas. We're still figuring out how to spell tolerance.

And so the very institution we thought would bring the most light to the world has instead drowned it in shadows, and claimed that shadow as full sun. And we, poor blind creatures, have believed the lie. It

Even here, you can ask the wrong questions and speak the wrong truths, Postulants. Here ends today's lesson. Tota est scientia.

Let me find the strength to do this, he said. And let me be strong enough to protect them from what's coming.

Never too late or too early for pancakes. If you don't believe that, you can turn around and go, because we are never going to be friends.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?

She hardly felt the steps down the aisle, though she did feel the weight of all eyes on her as she walked. It was over in what seemed far too little time, and then her dad handed her off to Shane, and her heart almost stopped as his eyes met hers.

Don't bait the cougars.

He pulled out his personal journal and pen. Jess understood the impulse, all too well, to spill out the bile and hurt into ink, where no one could see it.

The service passed in a blur of words she wasn't sure she got right, and then the cool touch of the ring sliding onto her fingers, and then the warm pressure of Shane's lips on hers.

Because what Miranda represents . . . it's dead, as dead to me as Gwen's marriage is to her. I tell myself that, even as I recognize that Melvin's ghost has never stopped haunting either one of us. Dead doesn't mean gone.

Santi and Wolfe exchanged a look. Wolfe inclined his head a little to the side, with a strange, crooked smile. You see? They're as bad as we are. Worse, Santi sighed.

You may live in your small, dark corner and light a candle and pretend it is the sun; in time, you might even believe it. I certainly cannot stop you. But I will mourn for those you drag into the darkness along with you.

That, Claire thought, was a pretty good definition of love: needing someone even after you got what you thought you wanted.

The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of the past centuries.

Because I'm a girl, Claire thought. She was barely able to contain the relief welling up inside her. Because we're all stupid and insecure and think that we're never, ever good enough.

We are only the most visible casualties of a silent war, and as they lock collars on our necks and tell us it is for our protection, we know that worse will come.

The stars would be different, where he was going. But the moon would be the same.

It's called being polite; they probably didn't teach you that at home. Doesn't mean I like you or anything.

I so want his wardrobe,' Eve sighed. 'Is that shallow, or just strange?' 'Don't sell yourself short. It's both.' Shane said.