Katherine Pine Quotes

To Oz's credit, he didn't say anything, probably because he'd decided that trying to converse with someone so temperamental wasn't worth it.

For all intents and purposes, Cammy was now my imaginary friend, since no one could see him except my boyfriend and the satanic chauvinist who tried to kill me.

Oz suddenly looked very guilty. "About that. Um, that's because I marked you last night."
My smile froze on my cheeks, making my face ache. "What?"
He suddenly found the half-eaten pancakes on his plate fascinating. "While you were sleeping on the couch, I rolled you over and ... "
The blood left my face. "What exactly does marking someone entail?"
"Nothing so bad. I just bit your back."
"You bit me?"
"Yeah. I injected some venom into your bloodstream that would make you feel better around me. I like holding your hand but I didn't think it was very practical."
I lifted my shirt, pulled down my pants, and almost fell over. My lower back looked ... it looked ... "You gave me a festering tramp stamp?" I shrieked.
"You don't think it's cute?

If you think your desires are selfish or cruel, hate yourself. If you think the world unjust, then hate your god.

He just stared at me.
"Stop looking at me like that," I begged.
Immediately he changed the angle at which he looked at me.
I wanted to scream at him.

No, I mean I can't kiss you while you think about your brother."

My grip on his shirt loosened. It did sound bad when he phrased it like that.

Well, you can't be a vampire." I struggled to make it sound like I was teasing, not feverishly wishing. "You're not sparkling.

There's nothing worse than worried, old women who are eager to 'help.' It took ten minutes to get rid of them. They fed me cake because 'sugar gets the blood running.' They argued over the number of pillows that should prop up my head, as if there were some magic number that would miraculously cure my mysterious ailments.

Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance.

Nothing could kill a conversation quite like fighting back tears after you're asked a simple question.

Then he was on his knees in front of me. "Come here Princess," he cooed.
My pulse spiked. I wondered if I should slap him or "come here." Then I realized he was talking to the cat.

I didn't want to think about it. Indulging someone's insanity like this couldn't be healthy.

The four of us were together at last--me, the angel, the devil, and my demon. I felt like the moment should have seemed more momentous, or at least more pleasant, like we should have made jokes as we meandered down to the beach, collected driftwood for a fire, and leisurely toasted marshmallows. Instead, I was struggling to keep my eyes open, the angel was looking at the ground, Oz was glaring at the trunk, and for some reason I just knew that Forneus, locked down and wrapped in a sheet, was glaring right back.

A man killing himself in the pursuit of his dreams is no different in a moth flying into a flame.

Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.

I actually huffed. "Do not make me result to underhanded measures."
It was the wrong thing to say. He gave me a devastating smile. "Oh, I definitely wouldn't mind.

His matted hair was a bit longer than it should have been, his leather trench coat way too worn and soft under my fingertips. There was no incandescent light, just this flawed, wonderful being.

Every part of her was still except her hair, which blew round her face in the damp night like Medusa's serpentine locks rearing to strike.

Well, I have my angel
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"Yes, let's place our faith in that sparkling 'Frisbee' because he's done so much to help you already.

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He grinned. "You're easy, I like that."
I didn't really have a response. I guess I was easy.

Oz closed his eyes and grit his teeth. For a few minutes I thought he wouldn't say anything at all, just haul me over his shoulder and lock me in the back room. I hugged Princess for protection. Claws, Princess! Start hissing! I've pet you for hours, now protect me! But she didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Groggily, she licked my chin and began to purr into my neck, as if I'd clung to her for dear life simply for her own benefit.

How old are you?"

"Not too old, in this incarnation anyway." He smiled again. "I recently inherited it.

I kinda looked like a wanna-be Goth chick, or an unfortunate Persian girl in a Gothic romance who was wasting away from Tuberculosis. But that was alright. Oz had mentioned he wasn't human. He was probably into that sort of thing.