Quotes from Rachel Caine

The big media blitzes almost exclusively happen for missing children, teen girls, and adult women. White and pretty, preferably. It's rare to see the major networks covering a missing young woman of color as a priority.

I don't know if she has any choice.' 'There's always a choice.'... 'Unless your choice is to lie down and die.

Run, I see him say, enunciating it so I can lip-read. Run away. I walk instead. Slowly. Calmly. Because fuck him.

And almost never young men of any race, even though they can and do go missing too.

Another thing I don't want on my tombstone, Shane said. You have others? Claire asked. He held up one finger. I thought it wasn't loaded, Shane said. Second finger. Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. Third finger. Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first.

She felt awkward and anxious, stripped to her underwear with just a blanket held up between her and a dozen strangers, some of whom probably wanted to eat her.

Oh, like you don't throw a hissy every time somebody trips your angst switch!

even the required Smart Librarian glasses.

Dangerous, Claire thought. Really dangerous. Hannah stared at her cousin, her expression tight and controlled, and then nodded. 'OK,' she said. 'You do what you want, Lisa, but you be careful, all right?

Nightmares are not terrifying once you are wake up. Memories are.

The one taken underwater of Mel's garden of women

The engines engaged and started to spin up, and the strangest thing happened: a wave surged inside of me, almost new to me. Anticipation. This felt like running, all right, running away from my past and everything in it. Racing full speed towards the unknown. I was good at running.

Chief Hannah Moses," she said. "You must be Mrs. Grant." "Heard of me?" "You left an impression. You may be the first combat librarian I've ever met." That earned an almost-full smile from the other woman. "I think most librarians are combat qualified," she said. "It's not as peaceful a job as it looks.

Yes," Gwen agrees. "We're going to kill him. It's the only way to be sure the kids are safe.

those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they're the heroes in a world full of threats.

I noticed, but I didn't pay attention.

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I'd always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there'd only been silence. Presence, where there'd been loneliness.

life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

I'll rest when I'm dead.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated.

So. Happy?" He crossed his arms, staring out at the people milling about the buffet and taking seats at round tables. "Truly?" She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, very quietly, "Yes." She resisted the urge to apologize for it, and he nodded. "Good," he said. "Clearly, that's good.

The edgy style keeps people at a distance and changes the standards by which she will be judged. That's clever and heartbreaking at the same time.

violent, organized bunch of angry men could be the sidearm I carry.

This is what you wanted, I tell myself. You wanted Melvin to come for you. Now you just have to live long enough to be useful to your kids. Stay alive. I can't depend on Sam now. I can't depend on anyone but myself. All my life has been coming to this.