Quotes from Rachel Caine

I'm a vampire, idiot. I don't have x-ray vision. Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now.

You're just full of awesome; did you know that?

I'll do it! No, you won't, Shane and Michael said, at virtually the same time. Shane continued. You're barely on your feet, Claire. You don't go anywhere, not without me. And me, Michael said. Hell, Eve sighed. I guess that means I have to go, too. Which I may not ever forgive you for, even if I don't die horribly.

I am never taking a trip with either of you ever again.' Eve said. 'Ever.' Excellent' Shane said. 'Then next trip, we hit the strip bar.' I have a gun, Shane,' Eve sighed. What, you think i actually loaded yours?' Eve flipped him off, and Claire laughed.

Are you armed? Oliver asked her. She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. No. Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself. Claire swallowed. Uh, yeah. With what? Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution. He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. What, no grenade launchers? Would they work? I choose not to comment.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

I had a good teacher. Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass. I mean you, dummy.

Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?

Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively] Don't they teach you anything in your schools? Not about this . Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.

Because you've got guy parts, you're automatically a better mechanic than me? I don't think so, Eve said, and bailed out of the passenger side.

Faster! Shane yelled. Eve hit the gas hard, and whipped around a slower-moving van. The firing ceased, at least for now. You see why I didn't want you to stop? Okay, your father is officially off my Christmas list ! Eve yelled. Oh my God, look at my car!

That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.

I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it! -Michel Glass

Did he just say--? Yes, Claire said, smiling. Yes, he did. Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.

Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.

There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit! Unquiet spirit? Shane said under his breath. Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

What's possible?' she asked. 'Anything,' he said absently. 'But that's not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. You're in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.' 'As long as I keep them attached,' she said, which earned her a startled stare. The things you say to me, you'd think I was some sort of monster.

He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right? Like what? Like hitting on you. Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way. Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee. What? You think he does? Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood. Again, Ew! What's with you this morning? Not enough coffee.

You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working. Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab. Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons! Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. I mean it!

Expecting anybody else?' Shane asked Eve. 'Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?' 'Screw you, Collins.

I knew we'd wear them down,' Eve said. 'After all, we really are amazingly cool.' And now it was Eve's turn for the high five with Shane. 'For a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.' 'Which one are you?' Shane asked. She flipped him off. 'Oh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. "Hey, Dark Princess? Here's your crap. Also, bite me.