Quotes from Rachel Caine

While I was still Gina, but after The Event, I'd taken up running, and it had been grueling and exhausting until I built up my strength. Now, when I stop holding myself back, I run like I feel breath on my neck, as if I'm running for my life. It's not healthy or safe, and I'm well aware that driving myself that hard is a form of self-punishment, and also an expression of the fear I live with every day.

Where's your sense of adventure?' 'Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?

He'd grown so addicted to the feel of those books—the individual differences in the bindings, the leather or fabric covers, the weight of papers, the smell. They were a very different experience than these Blanks, which all felt so . . . sterile, somehow. Words that could be readily dismissed and replaced didn't have the same moral heft to them, to him

This isn't about you. Oh, it is, you coldhearted bastard. It is.

I'm forged hard out of pieces, like a bar of solid steel. There's nothing soft left. I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy

Gwen Proctor is the fourth identity I've had since leaving Wichita. Gina Royal lies dead in the past; I'm not that woman anymore. In fact, I can hardly recognize her now, that weak creature who'd submitted, pretended, smoothed over every ripple of trouble that rose.

He looks perfectly stylish despite being in a motorized wheelchair.

Right, I said, and turned to David. How do you feel about getting married tomorrow? I had no idea Djinn could look so blank. Venna turned to David and said, with the perfect blend of alarm and puzzlement, Are you sure she isn't insane? David continued with the blank look for a few more seconds, and then the light dawned warm in his eyes, and he slowly smiled. Actually, he said, I'm fairly certain she is, and that is exactly why I'm marrying her.

but sometimes it's necessary to face your fears to learn from them.

Michael, your my big brother.

My anger is a shield. My anger is a weapon.

There once was a kindly farmer who found a viper freezing on the ground in the snow. Please help me, the poor creature said, for I am too cold to live. The farmer took the viper and put it inside of his shirt, and the viper began to warm itself and come alive again. But upon coming alive, it bit the farmer most wretchedly, and as the farmer died, he asked the viper, but why? Why when I was so trusting of you? Because I am a viper, the snake replied. And one cannot expect kindness from evil.

You'll leave when your business is done here. It was not quite a question, but Jess treated it as one. I will, he said. I owe it to my father. And you owe me nothing. Jess looked away and fixed his gaze on the broad shape of the Lighthouse tower, where his friends had once held offices. I owe a lot of people a lot of things, he said and wasn't sure if was speaking for himself or his brother. No idea how I'll be able to pay all those debts.

When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

Michael might have become a vampire, but watching him stand outside in the night air, breathing in his freedom Claire thought that was as human as it could get.

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

He had on a funny T-shirt, as usual. Today's featured acartoon figure running from a giant T. rex, and it read EXERCISE: SOME MOTIVATIONREQUIRED.