Quotes from Rachel Caine

I just asked them not to volunteer where I was, that's all. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but sometimes - sometimes it doesn't matter. Right, wrong, it's just the thing you have to do. And I had to see you. I had to know you were okay. I'll apologise for basically hovering, but I can't be sorry for being worried about you. I didn't crash your door and demand to see you. I just...stayed close. -Shane, Fall Of Night

I am not driving back home in a car with Bipolar Man, I said, and I meant it. Seriously. I've got weapons. -Shane, Fall of Night

Anybody who believed vampires couldn't feel things like living people did had never met Michael Glass. -Fall of Night

we're just paper on a shelf, in the end

But Sam doesn't need to be my therapy, or my life preserver, or my rescuer. I have to be all those things for myself if a marriage between us is ever going to work.

And without forgivness, there is never any peace.I tell you this from the distance of many centuries. My son gave his life. I won't reply to his gift with anger, not even for those who took him from me. Those same poor, sad people will wake up tomorrow grieving their own losses, I think, if they survie at all. How can hating them heal me?

It smelled like Lysol and desperation.

You staked a vampire with a number two pencil. I didn't actually check the number. - Shane Collins and Claire Danvers from Morganville Vampires

Sonrió, y fue totalmente Shane – afilado pero extrañamente dulce. - Claire, acabo de salir de la cárcel. ¿Realmente crees que trato de ser un santo o algo?

It's been happening since I was in kindergarten. Not them all the time, but other kids, you know. Every day. It never stops, and it never goes away, thanks to the Internet--it just keeps happening every minute, every day. And I just want it to stop. I think about how to do it, you know. How to kill them. All kinds of elaborate things, like trapping them in pits and burying them alive, or covering them with concrete.

Jack of all trades, master of none...He'd always thought knowing many things gave him strength. Now it made him feel vulnerable.

Over my- I was going to say, 'over my dead body,' but- - michael

Books represented home to him, and around every wall, the doctor's shelves were full to bulging, a haphazard organization of varied colors of binding, sizes, shapes. There was a happy disorder about it that made Jess feel something settle inside he hadn't even known was restless.

A blank isn't the same. He remembered holding the book, feeling the history of the leather cover someone had tanned and stretched and cut to fit. The paper that someone had laboriously filled by hand and sewn into the binding. Years, heavy on the pages. Morgan had been reading a copy of it. An original. It felt like the old monk's story was part of his own. But when he read it in the blank, it was just words, and it had no power to carry him away.

You think you're fighting for freedom. Freedom is dangerous. Give humankind freedom, and they will inevitably fall into chaos and war, religious zealotry and senseless violence. We have kept the peace. And we've done it by giving the people what they need, when they need it. Not what they want. Want is nothing but blind and selfish greed.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, according to the bards. I wouldn't know, myself. I never parted anyone." He mimed ripping someone in half, then got an odd expression on his face. "Well. Just the one time, really. Doesn't count.

What about me? Monica whined. Do you really want to know? Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow. Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, I think I like your young man. When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.

But he was starting to realize that maybe he didn't really have a home, except with the people he loved.

I understood why I'd been chosen. Why I'd been plucked out of the grim and struggle. I'd always been at war.

Mortals simply aren't what they used to be, he said. A thousand years ago, you would have bartered your immortal soul for a crust of stale bread. Now I can't even get you to gamble at all, even for your freedom.

It began to feel almost benign, these calm days in the sun.

David was holding Mona steady. I hoped he also had a little attention to spare to keep us unnoticed from the ground; seeing a Dodge Viper do a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in the desert sky might be a little hard to explain, even for UFO nuts.

Any fool can kill. It takes genius to create.

Are you high?" Michael asked him, in a totally colorless voice. Myrnin blinked, and looked at Claire for help. "He means, are you on drugs." "Well, obviously." "More than usual?" "Oh. No, no, just the usual doses. And where is Shreve?" "Eve," they all said in unison, and exchanged a look.