Rachel Caine is a pen name of Roxanne Longstreet Conrad, an American writer of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and horror novels. She also publishes media tie-in novels as Julie Fortune.
You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working. " Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab. "Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!
Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there's that. I will crush them on wit.
Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. "What?" "Ask him where he got the boots. " "You ask. " Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
Pics or it didn't happen. " "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.
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.
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
So we do nothing? --Claire We do the best nothing you've ever seen. --Michael
Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.
Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.
Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.
She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not. . . you know, better. " "Define BETTER with that guy. " "Not all fangs and raaaaar.
I'm learning all the time. " "Well, you're a scholar.
Shane talking to Claire - "Hang on - Slow down. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right? You don't have to put out to keep me here. Well, as long as you eventually. . . " "Shut up" Claire said.
I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.
Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?
Seriously, Shane? Ditto? That's the best you can do?" Shane and Michael exchanged identical looks and shrugs. Guys. "Let me show you idiots how it's done," Eve said, and hugged Claire fiercely. She kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, CB. Please take care of yourself, okay?" "I love you, too," Claire said, and suddenly her throat felt tight and her eyes burned with tears. "I really do. " Shane and Michael watched them with identical expressions of blank bemusement, and finally Shane said, "So basically, it's what I said. Ditto.
Meditate?” I took my head out from under the pillow, shook dark hair back from my face, and rolled over on my side to look at him. “Excuse me, but the closest I ever got to having a spiritual awakening was dating a yoga instructor. Once.
There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.
Fate" Eve said with a sigh "I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. "No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate. " Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-" She flipped him off. "Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.