Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
Anger is great. It's powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you're alone with the truth, anger can't survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear.
Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.
Why do you hang out with him?" "We're teammates. " Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins.
My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.
You know, honey, Natalie's expecting her second. " I arched my eyebrows at my mother, not following the change of subject. "Second what? Mortgage? Conviction? Chance at life?" "Baby of course. Her second baby. The doctor says this one's a girl. " I laughed, genuinely amused that my mother thought it should have been so obvious. "Yeah. Well, I bet Natalie can't drop a Stray with a Powerhouse Right Hook.
What if the house catches fire?” “Roast marshmallows. And if it floods, you’ll go down with the ship. If there’s a tornado, I’ll meet both you and this house in Oz, after my shift. Got it?
The world lost something when you died, Tod, and I know that wasn't easy for your family. But the world's loss was Kaylee's gain. I hope the two of you have the forever her mother and I never got. I will do my damnedest to make sure of that. I know you will.
Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.
Alec licked his spoon, then set it on the table and popped his drink open. "Okay, I may be breaking some kind of girl bonding rule or something, but can I offer you a guy's perspective on this?" I frowned, my spoon halfway to my mouth. "Is this gonna make me want to hit you?" He shrugged. "Maybe. But it's the truth. Here goes: kissing back is an instinct. Unless the girl smells like a sewer or has tentacles feeling you up independently, a guy's first instinct is to kiss back. That's how it works. What's important is how long that kissing back lasted. So. . . how long?
Kaylee, you're adding two and two and coming up with seven.
Sneak out. " He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?
There’s a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,” he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. “It’s the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward’s way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.
This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.
"No, you should stay right where you are, or my estranged brother and I will settle our difference by seeing who can break more of your bones. " Tod glanced at him, brows raised. "You want to settle our differences?" Nash frowned. "No, I want to break every bone in his body, and I didn't think you'd let me do it alone. " Tod nodded. "Good call. "
I think we should all earn our place in the world. [. . . ] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.
A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.
You mostly. ” Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. “The boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle. ” I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. “I wasn’t that bad. ” She smiled. “You broke Ethan’s arm. ” “It was self-defense. He wouldn’t let go of my foot. ” “He was helping you tie your shoe.
You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.
I should have said something. . . . But my mouth wouldn't open, and the longer I stood there in silence, the better I can to understand the problem. It wasn't that I had nothing to say to him. It was that I had too much to say.
Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.