Lili St. Crow Quotes

I searched for something witty to say, settled for bare honesty. I want to pee.

It is our honor, Amelia said, and it was the weirdest thing-it sounded like she really meant it. People don't often say exactly what they really mean.

Why do you suppose Scarabus had to hide his sister?"
I just knew I was going to say something snide. "For snacking later?"
There were a couple of gasps, one horrified chuckle, and several snorts.

I rubbed at my temple, where the zit was gone. It still hurt a little , though, deep under the skin. I hate those zits that burrow underground. You think they've vanished, but no, they just barricade themselves right next to the bone and hurt.

You're not dead. You're too goddamn annoying to be dead.

I've talked to Bruce about it. He'll have kittens, and Hiro will have penguins, and August will completely throw a fit, but I've made up my mind. It's up to you

I never had trouble eating or sleeping when I thought of her in danger. I didn't want to tear my heart out when she looked sad. I'm tainted, I know as much. Just let me stay near you, Dru. Please. - Christophe

Anna never wanted to walk when she could be carried, your mother wanted to walk when she could fly, and you want to run before you can walk.

Shanks moaned, stirring. "You broke my nuts"
So that was what my elbow had hit. "Sorry." My voice cracked.

The taste of rotting, waxen oranges slid across my tongue, paying no attention to the fact that I was chewing on a wad of spearmint gum. Gran called it arrah-an aura. I was calling it danger candy nowadays. I always felt like spitting it out, but spitting would only make it worse.
Plus, spitting on a dance floor is damn rude. I was raised better.

Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number , because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away ...

People are goddamn geniuses at not seeing what they don't want to see.

I mean, seriously, is a baby doll dress for the breastless? I don't know.

Yeah. Calm down. Two of the most useless words in the English language.

Book. Candle. Nico.

I don't need an invitation to step over your threshold. -Cristophe

The ice," Leon said to thin air over my head, "has now officially broken.

You can scrub and scrub, but sometimes something doesn't just go away. It ... it stains you.

And I knew that tone, the pleading, the fear that was sitting like a spiked ball in his chest. He'd been left behind too, maybe more than I had.

Come on. Keep moving. Your lips are turning blue."
"Keep my lips out of this.

I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.

No," he agreed. "You're not. She never caused me this agony."
What could I say to that? The way he was looking at me was making my head feel funny. Was making me feel funny and not just in that oh God I just almost died way.
Christophe leaned in. His mouth was a mere centimetres from me. "She never made me think I would die of heart failure. She never, never made me fear for her this way.

Come now, no use wastin sunshine.

Maybe it was tact that made Benjamin sigh. He didn't roll his eyes or look pained, which was pretty damn magnanimous of him.

If I need a reason now, Dru, it will have to be you.

You know how when you're reminded of things, and you can't shut it off quick
enough? Like, before it slips the knife in and twists? Like that.

He was full of suprises, my Goth Boy.

And that must be Mr.Graves. My, aren't you the handsome one? If I had space free on my guards I might almost break the tradition and offer you a Trial challenge."
"That's assuming I'd take it."
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"Oh, Kir. Relax. Mr. Graves has a sarcastic sense of humor. It's something to apreciate in a man. Boy humor is so juvenile."
"It wasn't sarcasm. It was pointiong out a fallacy in your logic, babe."
Anna's jaw actually dropped.

Goddammit, Bobby, break the speed limit!

Why can't I have a normal girlfriend?" he asked the air over his head. "I finally meet someone I like and she turns out to be crazy.

Little pig, little pig, let me in.

I'm sorry about shooting you.

Amazingly, he smiled at me. "You're bossy." His pupils were still huge, but a little color had begun to come back into his face, especially along his cheekbones. "I like bossy chicks.

Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.

Gee, thanks." I couldn't sound more sarcastic, but I was willing to give it a try. My breathing evened out. "What are you here for, then? Tea and cookies?" My mouth wanted to water. He smelled like cookies. Cinnamon ones, with dabs of apple-pie filling.

Okay," I began. "You're too old for me. You're scary. It's creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you're all over me.

That was what "different" meant. It's just another word for lonely.

I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?

We ran and the ghost of Graves ran with us.

Boys always get the best lashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law.

Call them fangs, Dru. That's what they are.

It wasn't exactly dangerous to be out during the day ... but the Council, every one of them, up to and including August, would have kittens and penguins and little baby narwhals, too, probably, if they knew what I was up to.

I don't have an accent. Northerners just talk funny.

Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.

Like a kid, I hadn't wanted to make it true by saying it out loud. Because if you don't say it, there's still a chance God, or someone, or anyone will notice the mistake and fix it.

I'd put a banana on my tray, too. That, at least, didn't
remind me of anything trying to kill me. Could you kill someone with a banana? It didn't seem
possible. Maybe a possessed banana. I'd seen possessed pets before, but not possessed fruit. But
I'll bet it's out there somewhere.

And if it took me more than thirty seconds of thinking, he wouldn't let me flounder. He would jump right in and explain. Not like so many others who liked to call themselves teachers.

I even poured him a glass of milk.
Call me domestic.

I was lying there on the floor, feeling a cold draft tiptoe down the hall and into the living room, and all of a sudden I felt very, very lonely.

Every kid's afraid of that right? That someday you'll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.

…The first wave of vampires hit the stairs then, a cascade of tip-tapping feet and dark-spangled hatred.

It's woman's power, food is. You be sure you know where'n the hook is before swallerin' it, Dru. You mind me, now.

Dylan sighed. Some days he sighed more than others, and some days it seems like he did nothing but. He had a face that could have been on a Roman coin, and I'd heard his real name was something unpronouncable and Goth. Not like black-lipstick-and-angst, but actual barbarian.

It's dangerous and dirty and smells bad and
"
"Yeah, well, so is sex and drugs and everything else worth doing.

Get me some Midol, all right?"
Benjamin all but choked. Leon studies the ceiling with a great deal of interest, a smile twitching at the corners of his thin mouth. While Benjamin looked ready to sink into the floor, Leon looked highly amused.
I decided I liked him.
"I think you should pick your own Midol." Graves even said it with a straight face, but there was a ghost of a grin quirking his lips ... "Cause, you know, there's different types.

It was like my hormones had decided to stage a revolt whenever he got within a ten-foot radius.

I've been bitten, beat up, tied to a bed, James Bonded out, and now you finish off by choking a goddamn teacher!

Then, something meowed.
No, Seriously.

Anything for you, Dru. And I mean it. Now, be quiet and let me concentrate.

Sonofabitch answer me!" My voice bounced off the walls, made the whole room whirls around me. My blood pounded in my ears. Adreline poured through my blood, copper winding me tighter and tighter.
"YES!" he screamed back "yes. i am a fucking virgin, don't shoot me goddammit fucking please!

I'm here to help you, fucking morons.

There are two species of teacher – the soft and the hard. Soft teachers might genuinely want to help, or they might have been broken in. They're usually nervous and afraid of kids, especially high school boys. The hard teachers are another thing entirely. They're like sharks – machines made for eating, with a finely tuned sense for blood in the water.

I don't know who I am anymore. I expected the world to crack open and the sky to fall once I said it. Nothing happened.

I'm going to draw whoever it is off so you can go back to the dorms and fuck yourselves.

And death doesn't wait for you when your rested and ready. It sneaks up on you when your exhausted and hungry and cold and so scared you can't even see straight

So, Mystery Lady? What's it going to be? You're going to spend your short little life playing by their rules, or are you going to take your chance?

My voice wouldn't work right. I made a tiny nod instead, because - how's this for weird? - I didn't want him to let go of me. He'd pulled back a little, with just his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I had an idea why.
Wow. Oh, wow.

Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?

Stealing a car was easy. The hard part was putting up with the whining.

Less speed, less strength, less stamina since I hadn't "bloomed". But I'd bet I was outweighing everyone around me in the brain category.

Some part of me must've thought that would fix everything. Things, don't just get fixed, though. Things get broken, and somtimes they stay that way. You just have to glue them together and hope it holds.

And now things were as bad as they could get.
I winced inwardly. You're never supposed to even think that. Because it's just an invtation for the world, Real or otherwise, to throw something even more incredibly fucked up at you.

He peered down at me. "Jesus Christ. You're leaking."
If by "leaking" he meant "sobbing like a girl," I guess so.

Graves leaned forward, eyeing me. "Hey, Dru. You were french-kissing a winged snake. creeptastic."
"I was stealing her breath, imbecile. go get a towel." christophe shoved him, and graves shoved back.

You told me it was us against the world.

Come on. Say something, Dru. Don't just sit there and look like I've stabbed you. Christ.

Did you feel me up when you were tying me down?"
"Um, no. Did you want me to?"
"Well, it would have been nice.

I'd already shot a zombie. Maybe this smartmouth blue-eyed apple-pie boy would be next.

He was so close it was hard to breathe. It was exactly like being next to an oven baking a really spicy apple pie.