Rachel Caine Quotes

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“All right," he said. "Since you ask so nicely."
"I wasn't asking."
"I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.”

“Really? Is he running for Worst Boyfriend Ever?"
"In the subcategory of Completely Awesome.”

“People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.”

“Excuse me? You're a lady?"
"I bought a title on the Internet. I own one square inch of Scotland. And you're changing the subject.”

“He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said,
"Let me take a look at him. Shane?"
"I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.”

“Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve”

“See? My plans don’t all suck. Just most of them.”

“Shane held the jewelry at arm's length, dangling it like a dead rat. "No way in hell am I caught dead or alive wearing that.”

“No,” Shane said. “I’m not leaving you two here alone. We stick together.”
“I’m still not kissing you,” Michael said.
“Tease.”

“Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.”

“Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk."- Myrnin
"Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen" - Claire”

“Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!”
“Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!”

“Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something
clever, like try to escape from the pot.”

“She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake.”

“You are the weirdest girl ever.”
“Please. You live with Eve.”

“Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?"
"Of course."
He didn't.”

“Don't play his game. Play yours.”

“Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.”

“Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne”

“And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's allnow.”

“Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.”

“Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?"

"That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now”

“Take her home. And-"
"Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.”

“Go to hell and take that with you!” She shouted it right in Amelie’s face. Eve
was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie’s white fury.
And then she slapped the Founder in the face.”

“Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.”
“Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.”

“You can't go around… licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just… unsanitary.”

“Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning," Shane said. "Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?”

“Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane”

“Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.”
“Just most things.”

“I'm worried he's going to… do something crazy."
"He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.”

“Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?”

“Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.”

“Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and
heavily armed.”

“Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave:
(1.) I thought it wasn't loaded.
(2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank.
(3.) Killed over Ice Cream”

“You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,’’ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon
at him.
He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ‘‘First off, they’re not dirty. I licked them first.”

“I think I just became psychic," he said. "Holy crap.”

“… will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?"
"The mirror's a great place to start”

“And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell."
- Eve Rosser”

“Did that remind anybody else of something?"
"Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.”

“Mind the dead man, my dear.”

“Besides," Shane said "I want to see Monica's face
when she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.”

“Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said.
“Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.”
“You’re lying.”
“Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.”

“Hey,” he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. “I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.”

“What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!”

“I'm insane, not forgetful.”

“You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.”

“Michael held me when I got inside, because I was shaking all over. That felt so good. Warm all the way down. Did I mention Michael’s feet? They’re all the way sexy, and he’s always barefoot – he hates shoes. I wish he hated pants and shirts, too.”

“Claire - "Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful?"
Eve - "Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness.”

“He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.”