Quotes from Faith Hunter

You let the cops in. Thy've brought in a ram to take down the front door. A white chick in an evening gown will settle the cops faster than a brother with guns.

I could be patient. I could. If they'd hurry up.

like something Disney might have envisioned if he'd taken a dose of LSD, backed up with a serving of psilocybin mushrooms, and a quart of tequila.

New beginnings often started with the broken bits and shattered pieces of the old.

They go in a vase. On the nighstand by your bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or on the coffee table in the living room. They go where you can see them most often, and, seeing them, remember that you deserve flowers.

Yet understanding one's own nature is often a first step to personal growth. All this psychological crap was making me irritable.

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.

Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord,'" I whispered, the words familiar from Scripture. "But not this time, God. You had your chance.

Silly thing, kissing. Licking better.

I would give," he said, his voice rough, "everything I am to keep you from being hurt.

Since no one said anything, I decided to make offense my best . . . offense. "You didn't call me up here to kill me, did you? Or to pay me back for staking you? Because the last time I saw you upright, you were . . . rude.

Yeah. You treat him like a son or a soldier, instead of like a brother. He wants you to like him and admire him and love him. Maybe in that order.

We don't poison. We shoot, stab, cut, slice and dice, eviscerate, disembowel, and decapitate. Sometimes shoot and blow up our enemies. We've been known to bury our dead in the swamp. But we don't poison. Poison is wussy.

Some of the vamps formed into smaller groups, to chat or plot or whatever vamps did at undead nonfunerals. Oddly, they talked about the stock market and the latest flare-up in the Middle East, like any well-educated group of humans. It was almost as disorienting as hearing them quote Jesus. Then,

How can you stay worried when someone gives you warm chocolate chip cookies?

The bluff on which Natchez sat was huge, and the road zigged and zagged and curled and twisted and dropped— like something Dr. Seuss might have imagined in a book titled The Cat in the Hat Drinks Blood.

I've spent all the years since full of guilt and misery, even though I didn't remember it. I've let it run my thoughts, my plans, my whole life. But the experience doesn't own me. I own it. What I do with it is up to me, just like what Molly does with her death magic is up to her.

Seemingly useless bits of knowledge often were the difference between success and failure.

I reached and gave him a hug. Both arms around him. Both hands, on his back. At the same time. And then I didn't know what to do. Should I let go? Should I back away? Should I keep waiting for him to hug me back? How many Mississippis did I hug for? Eli's chest shook. Again. "Babe?" His voice was quivering and strained. I realized he was laughing. "You frozen in horror? Trying to figure out what to do now that you got me in a strangle move?" "Pretty much.

I didn't need protecting and men seemed to sense that. It bothered a lot of them.

I love you, Nell, sugar. I love you with no demands. Nothing held back. I love you to the exclusion of all others. I love you now, when you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I loved you when you were a tree. I will love you when you grow gray haired and your leaves are brittle and brown. I want to make love to you. When you happen to be ready. When you know you love me that exact same way.

Do you cook too?" he asked, the tone teasing. " 'Cause any woman who does a weapon striptease, handles a Benelli like she knows how to use it, and can cook, pushes all my buttons.

Nothing so good as bein' right with Jesus, my sister." I was being evangelized by an ex-con.

You been going through my undies?" I asked. Bruiser's mouth twitched. " 'Cause all I got with me are the travel undies. The leather, silk, and lace stuff is all in the mountains." "You got leather undies?" Bruiser asked, intrigued. [...] I smiled, showing teeth. "Nope.