Quotes from Lilith Saintcrow

Watch the death of your enemy if you can, for you have caused it. When you have killed, watch the consequences of your actions.

Fury is the best fuel of all. It is so clean, so marvelous, so ruthless. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, rage against evil is better than sorrow. Sorrow can't balance the scales.

It wasn't easy, but she was used to swallowing.

With twenty-twenty hindsight I could solve every fucking problem, couldn't I?

I dislike the thought of damage to you.

I'd rather get eaten by an epileptic shark.

Sleep beckoned, warn and wide and full of welcome oblivion. It was no use. I couldn't crawl back into unconsciousness. I had too much to do.

Did she not get it? He'd done everything but hit her on the head and drag her into a cave.

Dryads gathered in knots, hushed, and for once satyrs did not chase them but stood solitary sentinel, horned heads upflung and broad nostrils quivering. Kelpies and selkies hesitated, between horseform and biped shape, their wicked teeth gleaming as they snorted and stamped; among them, night-mares or elfhorses along the shores of the Dreaming Sea—which touches all shores, always—tossed their manes but did not neigh.

Meine Wurst!" Better your sausage than your life, man!

My head felt like it was going to crack down the middle, like some demented dwarf was driving glass pins through my brain.

Invisible Oompa-Loompas waiting on a scarred millionaire with an occult library. This could only happen to you,

You learn to have a high weirdness tolerance as a witch.

Hadn't he spoken to the trees? Of course, the entire trailer park and its surroundings might be razed to make way for something even mortal-uglier, the living earth sleeping fitfully under concrete. He might well decide it wasn't worth the effort, or the heartbreak when such careful work was undone.

What would he do? He wouldn't be sitting here moping. He'd be figuring out some way of getting out of here. Christ, I'm woefully short on practical experience. The researcher's doom, actual field conditions.

The lie tasted of brass, and she suddenly longed for a glass of decent wine and an exceedingly sensational and frivolous novel, read in the comfort of her own bed.

If a man seeks to drink enough to blind his conscience, tis acquavit or nothing.

No matter how much time goes by, missing someone never gets any better. You just learn to work around it.

So she settled for the truth. "I think you a man." "Is that an insult?" "No." Anything male is dragged around by its breeches, and she holds the string attached to them.

But when a girl's motivated, miracles are possible.

Still, even idiots get lucky sometimes. I felt lucky tonight. Or maybe just reckless.

Goddamn. Well, let's call that an experiment and chalk it up to experience. All hail Jill Kismet the scientist.

I dislike the thought of damage to you. I will take steps to avoid it.

He kissed her, over and over, printing blood-flavored kisses on her cheek, her throat, her jaw, her mouth.