Quotes from Rachel Caine

now, suddenly, it goes from a whisper to a shout. He should

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it's too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn't a barrier. It's a challenge.

I can't let this be destroyed. We have few enough things to feed our souls.

Killing someone isn't like in the movies, something that you shrug off with a quip and a drink. It eats at you, even when the person you kill unquestionably has to die. And there's no way that her feelings about Melvin aren't, at the very deepest level, still complicated.

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

Hope was a great deal like fear.

Get in here and make me some dinner—now, woman. News flash, Michael, you're supposed to be evil, not redneck!

Woman, I spend my days hammering nails and building strong walls. I'm plenty manly enough.

Nothing like Rome, boy. Gets us all the first time." "And every time after.

You don't fight the sea. You leave until the flood's over.

I've never been through what you have, but I've been in the dark a few times. Sometimes the light's just too bright.

Our fingers lie loose together, not demanding anything except the lightest possible contact. Either his or mine are trembling slightly, but I can't tell which. I only feel the motion.

Craft beers are a gift from God.

He'd never wanted to know the future. If he didn't know storms were coming, it was easier to enjoy the sunshine.

Claire…bitch!'" Her voice sounded raw and hoarse. "You…think this…makes us…friends?'" "God, no,'" Claire said. "But I think you kinda owe me.

Anything worthwhile is worth fighting for,' Claire said. 'Not always with guns and stuff. But with … taking a stand. Right?

We've worshipped lots of gods in our history," she said. "We've killed most of them. You might want to be wary.

Every smile was just mechanics. Every laugh was manufactured. Every public sign of affection was just that: for the public.

You say the nicest things,' Myrnin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. 'Marry me.' 'Exactly what part of the brain did that bullet hit?' Shane asked, hovering on the edge of manic laughter. Oliver sighed. 'He means carry me. And no. I won't.

objectivity doesn't matter when you're talking about your own child.

No bacon for you. Then no eggs for you. Either of you. Eve glowered at him. Prisoner exchange? They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping.

I'm not prepared to say I love her. But I am willing to admit to myself that it's more than curiosity, more than liking, more than the kind of one-night-stand lust that you get over in the morning. There are moments when it feels like I've always known her. And then, like tonight, there are moments when I feel like I don't know her at all. Like she's a mystery I'll never solve, wrapped in barbed wire and thorns and roses.

I've thought about it," she said. "And I'm angry, Shane. I'm really angry. After everything we've done, everything we've risked, we're expendable. And it hurts. Believe me.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.