E.J. Stevens Quotes

Yuki?" Calvin asked.
"Yeah?" I asked turning back to him.
"Thanks for giving me a chance," he said and smiling his toothy grin he started walking back to his truck.
Who else is going to dig through a compost heap with me? It must be love.

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It probably took a lot to faze a cat.

The dwarf's eyes widened - at least I think they widened, since they became much more visible in his hairy face - and he froze.
"Would you prefer to retrieve the missive yourself, M'lady Wisp?" he asked.
"I'd rather not," I said. No way was I touching some strange dude's vest, no matter how impressive his beard.

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

As far as plans went, it was like facing the zombie apocalypse with a nail file and a bag of Skittles. It might work, but chances were good that I'd die a horrible, painful death.
At least the end would be filled with fruity, candy goodness. And for my dramatic death scene I could whisper, in a creepy, quivery death rattle, taste the rainbow. Boy would those zombies be confused.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs - torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

Yuki, you have plans after school tomorrow?" Calvin turned to me and asked.
How does he raise one brow like that? Does he practice in the mirror?
"Nope, no plans yet," I said flipping my hair as I looked at him over my shoulder. I can use cool poses too Calvin Miller.

If wishes were flying monkeys, we'd all be wearing tiny hats.

...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of 'goin' doololly.

Forneus could talk the Pope out of his soul and still come out smelling like roses.

Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.

Being Torn's new curiosity was about as comfortable as a pixie rash.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Demons were all about ego, which meant that most demons had some kind of title. I think it made them feel better about their tiny ... pitchforks.

Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.