Quotes About Friendship

Okay, you drive, she said. I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

Rache! Glad you're... Tink loves a duck! he said, wings clattering. It stinks of sex in here. God, woman. I leave you alone for one night, and you're humping the ghost. - Jenks to Rachel

Jenks kept me alive for two years through two death threats, a crazy banshee, and at least two serial killers. Its about time I return the favor! And if I can't, then I can sit by his bed and hold his hand as he dies, 'cause I've had plenty of practice doing that, too!

And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I'll kill him for you." From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved. (Ivy and Rachel)

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

I feel like run-over crap, I complained. You look like run-over crap, Jenks said. Drink your tea.

Come on, Jenks," he said, moving him into the hallway. "I've got some clothes you can put on. Falling down is a lot more comfortable when you have something between your ass and the carpet.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. "Why, thank you, Jon," I said brightly, "you freaking bastard." Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.

Tink's little pink dildo, Rache! Haven't you gotten rid of those condoms yet? They got a shelf life, you know.

From my ear Jenks snickered. "Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.

she thought I could find a way to save her soul when she died and became an undead. Right now, I was just looking to find the rent money. I'd get to my roommate's soul later.

Jenks laughed, taking to the air and saying, "Give it up, FIB man. It'll take more than you to get her out. Remember what Ivy and I did to your finest last spring? Add Rachel to that, and you can say your prayers." From behind me came Edden's dry "You think Ivy wants another stint as a candy striper?

I felt my shoulders ease at her admission. She was going to do what she had to do, and I was going to do what I had to do. And Ivy? Ivy was going to go insane.

Can we get back to how we're going to kill Nick? And what's this about a dead body? You'd better start talking quick, Ivy, 'cause I'm not going to play hide-and-seek with a dead guy in my trunk. I did that in college, and I'm not going to do it again." A smile quirked Ivy's mouth. "Really?" she asked, and I flushed.

Edden called the church first," she said by way of greeting, her thin eyebrows high as she spotted Ford's arm linked in mine. "Hi, Ford." The man reddened at the lilt she'd put in her last words, but I wouldn't let him take his arm back. I liked being needed. "He's having trouble with the background emotion," I said. "And he'd rather be abused by yours?" Nice. (Ivy, Rachel and Ford)

Witches married outside their species all the time, especially before the Turn. There were perfectly acceptable options: adoption, artificial insemination, borrowing your best friend's boyfriend for a night. Issues of what was morally right and wrong tended not to matter when you found yourself in love with a man you couldn't tell you weren't human. It sort of went with the whole hiding-among-humans-for-the-last-five-thousand-years thing.

Okay, I like him," I admitted. "But it takes more than a nice body, Jenks. Jeez, I do have a little depth. You've got a great body, and you don't see me trying to get into your Fruit of the Looms.

Ivy and I will deal with the uncomfortable situation like we always have…by ignoring it. It was something we were both good at.

Oh, Trent and I go back a long way," I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. "We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it." I smiled at Trent's suddenly blank look.

A tear slipped from under my eyelid at Ivy's loneliness, her need for emotional reassurance, and her frustrations that though I could understand what she wanted, I was afraid to find out if I had the capacity to meet her halfway, to trust her. And my breath caught when she wiped the moisture away with a careful finger, unaware that it was for her.

Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.

Not alone, echoed in my mind. Go. I'll bring you back. (Ford to Rachel)