Quotes from Carrie Vaughn

We all see this case— what they're doing to Cormac—as black and white. But we're looking at white as white and Espinoza's looking at white as black. Does that make any sense?" "When maybe if we all saw it as gray we'd be able to come to some sort of compromise.

You convinced them, I tell her. No, you did or I'd never have gotten your signal. They wanted to be convinced.

I think about living forever and figure I can get really good at Xbox.

love you, honey," he said, and kissed my cheek. I smirked

stretch, weeding out his own ranks. Our attempt at an end

I couldn't find Dr. Flemming among the audience, either. So, Duke, Flemming, and Stockton had all ditched. Did that make me the last one standing? Did that mean I won? What, exactly, did I win?

Dust flew behind me, and I crouched over the handlebars, sucking air through my mask, blinking behind my goggles.

Not our bailiwick," Brenda said, shrugging.

I hadn't sensed this many lycanthropes in one place since I was with the pack. I had never seen this many in one place without them glaring at each other, stalking, picking fights, jockeying for position within the pack hierarchy.

Robin fled the room. Back in the main lab, she stood with her back against the wall, eyes closed, gasping. Let me guess. The selkie—male? Rick's tone was politely inquisitive. The flush on Robin's face became one of embarrassment. So much for the biologist and her professional demeanor. Yes. Yes, he is. They have a knack for that. A knack for what? Flustering young women out of their wits. The Temptation of Robin Green

In your mind, this is clearly a scientific endeavor." "Of course. The best way to approach any line of inquiry is through the scientific method." I was quite fond of postmodern literary analysis myself, as a line of inquiry. "What drew you to the scientific study of a subject that most people are all too happy to dismiss as folklore?

I would ask, 'Have you read '1984'? Have you read 'Brave New World'? If so, I'm sorry, but you read science fiction.'

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?

Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved.

You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.

So, Cormac, have you ever dealt with a PMSing werewolf?' No.' Well, it's a real bitch...

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

All right. I'll bite. Here's what I think, with the caveat that I may be wrong. I think we're here to make the world a better place than we found it. I think we don't always deserve the cards we're dealt, good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we're dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good -- we just have to work a little more is all. There's no destiny. There's just muddling through without doing to much damage.

I grinned at him. 'Jealous?' He grinned right back. 'That's a trick question. If I say yes you'll accuse me of being paranoid and unreasonable, and if I say no you'll make some defensive crack about how I don't think you're worth getting jealous over.' This is what I got for hooking up with a lawyer.