Christa Faust Quotes

And a whimsical ceramic sugar bowl shaped like an octopus.

Eventually, morning came instead of bad guys. That was the thing about mornings. No matter how fucked up your life got, how deep and black your despair, how sure you were that you just couldn't take another second of this shit, morning just kept on coming. Over and over. Morning didn't give a damn about your little drama.

You know, Dean said, gesturing with his uninjured hand. If we were in an action movie, this would be the scene where you tenderly dress my wounds. then the wailing guitar ballad would kick in and we'd end up rolling around on the bed in a slow motion montage.
If I were in Q, The Winged Serpent, Xochi replied, this would be the scene where I sacrifice you to Quetzalcoatl.

I seem to be inside a kind of artificial environment. Almost like a ... a simulacrum of Reiden Lake.

His name was Winchester. John Winchester.

Give me one of those bottles of water. My mouth tastes like demon ass.-Dean

No disrespect to your people, but we're not going to San Francisco here. I ain't wearing any flowers in my hair, Dean said.

Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.

Dean had never quite imagined his life might end like this. Naked in a Tijuana brothel with an eighty-year-old woman dressed like Janine from Spinal Tap sizing up his junk and looking distinctly unimpressed. He really wished the room wasn't so heavily air-conditioned.

Four minutes," Walter said, "seems like four hours.

Help me. Please, God help me...

The first thing I did was lock myself in the bathroom and unwind my binders. I was moist and sour from adrenaline and fear sweat and I felt like I would die if I didn't rinse off. There was no soap and the rusty, lukewarm water dribbled out of the showerhead like blood from the wrist of a reluctant suicide. Still, it was better than nothing.