Quotes from Rachel Caine

Don't," Michael said. It was soft, and it was a warning, through and through. "You try to hurt her again and I'll pull your arm off.

Oh, hey, Claire," she said, and blinked. "Where are you going?" "Funeral," Shane said. On-screen, a zombie shrieked and died gruesomely. "Yeah? Cool! Whose?" "Hers." Shane said.

I lifted one foot from the brackish water, and the bunny slippers were soaked and drooped pathetically. Even the fangs seemed robbed of any charm. Don't worry, I told it. Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming. I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between ones's footwear. --POV is Myrnin, page 221

You're much shorter than my mom. Brat, she said, surprised into a giggle. That's no way to talk to a vampire. Bloodsucking brat. Better he said.

You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.

Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go. Ooh, me, too, Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. What? It's what girls do. Get over it.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do. He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. "Ladies? After you." "Rude," Claire said. "I was being polite!" "Not when you have a flamethrower.

And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time.' 'That accident was not my fault.' 'You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.

He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap. Ah, he said. Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please. What? Turn around, Claire. It's a secure password! You have GOT to be kidding. Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn.

I'm taking off my shoes.'' ''Fine. Shoes off.'' ''And my pants.'' ''Don't push it, Claire.

What was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

Does it hurt?" He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. "Only when I laugh." "I'll try not to be funny." "Epic fail, beautiful.

Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue. Shane shrugged. He hits like a girl, for a vampire.

Does it give you deja voodoo how alike the houses are? That's deja vu, and I hate you right now. For narcing on you to your mom? Wait until you hear what I tell your dad. From the sly grin on his face, she knew what he was thinking. Don't you even think about it. I could tell him about the time we- Hell, no.

You are not my high school crush, idiot." "Great. I can die happy, then.

OMG OMG OMG, Shane is totally crushing on the new roomie! I can't believe it. I always pictured Shane going after blond beach hotties. Who knew he liked big brains and teeny little bodies? Although, to be fair, she is cute as a button. (Why do we say that? What's so cute about a button, anyway?)

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

You're kind of a psycho. I get that." "I might be," Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. "You're one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now." Claire blinked. "Archaeologist." Monica's eyes turned winter cold. "Oh, you'd better start running away now.

It's in Latin." "So? What does it say?" "I don't read Latin!" "You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?

No. --Claire Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve

Don't we look suspicious, the three of us just sitting here in the car? Borden asked. We'd look a lot more suspicious if we were all three making out in the car, Jazz said. What? she added, when Borden turned and gave her a wide-eyed look. You have no idea what kind of happy place you just took me to. Shut up.

Survival, I said softly. It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.