Quotes from Rachel Caine

No, Kez, don't pour sugar on a pile of shit and call it breakfast.

Welcome, Vassily said, and smiled. He showed teeth. To Immortal Battles. We don't fight to the death -- we fight beyond death, in the world's most dangerous sport.

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. So I recall, she said. Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some are wars of wills and ideas. It's good we both remember that. The smile faded. But not all ideas win the war, and not all wills are strong enough. Darkness can descend so easily.

It's your chili dog. Clean it up. It's your turn to clean. The house. Not your trash, which you can walk your leatherfaced-ass unto the kitchen to throw away.

This was...This was sickeningly different. It was blind, unreasoning hate that just wanted blood and she didn't understand why. It left her feeling horrified and shaky.

Rely on the internet for how you look at the world, though, and you'll see the worst side of people represented far too much.

Don't go all unicorns pooping rainbows on us.

Shane stood up when he saw her, which made her heart turn cartwheels, and he pulled out her chair. Eve and Michael shared an amused look. So cute, Eve said. When Shane glared, she smiled. No, really. It is. Dude, chill.

This is a day he will remember: a good day. It's one of those memories that will pave the way to better things for him.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated. How can it not be, with our history?

That's incredible...I don't know--okay, well, you know, nobody's probably voting for me. I mean, I'm not Richard. I haven't gone out of my way to be responsible or anything.

Dead doesn't mean gone.

Jess understood, at a very fundamental level, that when he'd seen that book being destroyed, he'd seen a light pass out of the world.

Touch my other son and die.

Not all knowledge is books. Those out there, they're history in stone. Men carved them. Men sweated in this sun to put them there, to make their city more beautiful. Who are you to say what's worthy for men to see today, or tomorrow?

The oubliette, I was not a mouse, I was a vampire, I was a blind vampire who would heal, of course, eventually, and see again. Stop, I told myself. I drew in a deep breath and smelled ancient death, crushed weeds, rotting metal, stone. I had no idea where the oubliette was located. I was simply at the bottom of it, standing in cold, filthy water and thinking that this time, my favorite slippers were well and truly ruined. Such a pity.

protecting him from the world can't

This is the graveyard where they buried our future.

Library rules the world, son.

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

He stood there for a long moment, the note in his hand, and just looked at her. At the undeniable heartbreak in her, and the dignity and the vulnerability. Then he pressed the note into Neksa's hand and said, Lesson learned. You shouldn't trust either of us. He was gone before she spoke again.

He sounded oddly calm. "It's risky." My arm is in the mouth of a sphinx that's only a moment from ripping it from the socket. Risky sounds quite safe , Wolfe thought, but he didn't say it. Too many words. "Tell me!" "Work your arm free," Jess said. "Run. Make for the Minotaur. If you can make them fight each other—" Risky wasn't the right word for it. Suicidal was far more on point.

I'm not ready. But I begin.