Quotes from Faith Hunter

I felt Leo's hand on my face, cool and smooth and utterly inhuman. He stroked back my hair, and his voice was curiously gentle when he said, "I would have been most . . . discommoded had you died." "Yeah. That's why I stay alive," I said, my native snark coming back online, as if I had rebooted that file, "to keep you from being 'discommoded'." I'd have to look that one up.

I chose these things because they seemed to speak to the heart of you. To the deep darkness that is part of you. That still, lightless, solemn place where, I think, no one has ever gone.

When you hand-wash my shirt, be sure to let it soak, you thug." "Yes, dear," Eli said, accepting his weapons from Nunez, who clearly didn't know what to make of us or our relationship. "He's my brother," I said to Nunez. "You can see the resemblance in the jawline and the snark line.

Yes. Knock and it shall be opened to you. The gift of wisdom can be found, if one wishes to search for it, and is willing to be altered by it. It is not a gift given without cost or transformation, nor one to be used lightly.

Not your Jane," I snapped, but it was spoiled by my raspy, gasping voice. "Your Enforcer. Not your Jane." Leo chuckled, a vamp's hunting purr that made Beast sit up and purr back. I kept the sound inside my head, but Beast liked Leo a little too much for my tastes. "You make the chase so delightful," he said. "Stuff it." Leo burst out laughing, my purr buried beneath his pure amusement.

There is no going back. There is no revival of our humans. There is no erasure of our horrors. No healing except of time and she is a vengeful mistress, leaving scars that are forever. But there also is no proof of foreknowledge, only of twenty-twenty hindsight. You guessed. You did not know. Knowing is only for God.

You hurt her and I'll skin you alive and feed your carcass to the wild boars in the swamps. You copy?

You deserve someone who will honor you first and last. And if you choose a man who dishonors you, then you are not the woman I believe you to be.

You haven't the brains God gave a cow,

I also know about running away," I said, "when staying around is so much harder. And I know the happiness, the"-I searched for a word and had to settle on- "the joy when sticking around and fighting things mean I get to keep the people I love near me.

Your hands are clean. Not stained with blood. You need not carry the blood of your men. Only their memories." Eli

His god is not bad. His god understands kindness, taking care of the old and the infirm. His god understands forgiveness. It is Yunega who does not follow the rules of living laid out by his god. Who does not forgive or offer respect to the land that his god said to place under the dominion and care of all people. Yunega thinks that he owns the land and can do what he pleases, when dominion means nothing of ownership.

Anybody ever tell you that you tend to overreact?" "Yeah. A few people. Some of them are dead," I said, letting my grin out.

I stared at Amaury, maintaining a half-smile and attitude until Joanne got back. Then I said, "I understand we have to talk to the chief suckhead of New Orleans." When in doubt, go for crass.

The man was so smooth he wouldn't slide on an oil slick.

Leo stood behind him, his suit coat and tie off, rolling up his sleeves. "Oh, crap," I said, my voice full of gravel and bigger rocks, grinding over one another. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I'm too old for a spanking and not quite up to defending myself from a butt whupping. Can we do this another time?

As a vamp killer for hire, I travel light.

Never admit you're wrong when silence lies that you're right.

Once means happenstance, twice means coincidence, three times means enemy action.

From upstairs Molly shouted down, "You try carrying a baby for nine months while chemicals and hormones run through your body making you nutso and fat and swollen and then push an eight-pound lump of squalling human out through an opening big enough to fit a straw in and see if you don't react from time to time. Until then, shut your trap.

You know how to cook steak?" he asked, his voice warming slightly. "Light a match under it. If it doesn't kick, it's dead and done.

You're robbing the cradle, then," he said. Humor filled his face. "You're a cougar." Laughter burbled out of me, part of it relieved nerves, the other part surprise at the play on words. "I'm not that kind of cougar," I said, my tone lofty.

I have a daughter who is a lesbian and married to her witch partner for the past fifteen years. My wife and I lost her years ago through misunderstanding and judgmental attitudes and sheer, blind stupidity. I am no longer so foolish to think God sees her lifestyle with greater ire than he does my judgments." "The

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair." ? Faith Hunter, Skinwalker