S.M. Reine Quotes

Could tell by the trail of drool connecting her lips to the back of her wrist.

None of that "the day is over, now I can chill in front of my Firefly DVDs for the seventeenth time" warmth.

Just because you boys are willing to work off the books doesn't mean that I am," Suzy rasped. "First time one of you did that, I ended up in a Union detention center. And now getting mauled by a creepy little demon? No. I'm not writing up the justification for this. If you don't like it, then you can suck my giant monster dick." "Monster dick?" Fritz echoed dryly. "Well, isn't today full of revelations?

Rifle at Rylie. He stared at her down the barrel, meeting her reflective golden gaze. She was a beautiful wolf, much more slender than Jericho, and more

Knowledge given was not as valuable as knowledge discovered on one's own,

We don't got anyone better.

Elise didn't hesitate to punch her hand into a man's chest to pulverize a demon eyeball, but a batch of burned cookies could bring her to her knees.

Sometimes things that are worth having are worth fixing up. Not everything comes in perfect condition, but it doesn't mean it's not the right one for you.

No, you're just old. You've seen everything." "Not so old that I can't still kick your ass, girl," Gwyn said.

He had a Cro-Magnon forehead,

James was a good twenty years old and several inches taller - it shouldn't have been a fight at all. But

I don't, but angels and demons colluded to wipe shapeshifters off the face of the Earth for a reason." Elise clenched her fists. "And Rylie would have wanted it like that. Any protests?

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature?

Without the baggy clothes or oven mitts, she looked less like a cute young housewife and more like something that had crawled out of Hell.

Never talk to them when they're human, or they'll trick you. You'll get confused and sympathetic. That was what his mom always said. She was probably right. Last time he talked to a werewolf, he ended up dating her.

Gotten a good look at her face. But they didn't recognize her as Stark's cohort. They must not have been big on reading blogs or watching the news. Deirdre took the camera. "Sure. Where's the button?" He quickly showed her how to operate it, and Deirdre stepped back to get both of them in the frame. The camera had a telephoto lens. She aimed it at the top of the building, zooming in so that she could look at the skeletal upper levels, where they were preparing to moor a visiting dirigible. With such fantastic zoom, she could see that there were OPA guards in black suits waiting to receive the airship.

I liked to watch anime in the original Japanese even though I couldn't speak a single word of the language.

People say time machines don't exist, but they do. They're your friends, and being around them takes you right back to that place in time you had long since put away.

When she released him, James looked stunned. "Still?" She suppressed a swell of sadness. "Always.

Her eyes were darkened pits of fury. She had become the spirit of vengeance itself, barely contained by human flesh.

Man in a white tank top, oblivious to the cold, jogged past

The question isn't "Why do we die?" The question is "Why do we live?

Do you think He can see when one of my gloves is off?

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They don't need our help." "They don't need it. But we can sit here and watch TV shows, or we can go get into trouble. What do you think, Suze? Feel up to raiding a ritual sacrifice featuring twelve pimply teenagers and some filet mignon?" A smile blossomed on Suzy's lips. "This job," she said with a lot more fondness than she had before. "This fucking job." Damn straight.

Crystal and Trevin devoured a cow's worth of steak.

Her lip curled over her fangs. He tried to get onto his

Adam's lineage came through one of Eleanor's husbands - Seth's father,

Werewolves are the guardians of humanity, and their form should be purer while exorcised. They'll be assets in the last battle.

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The little girl smiled. The spaces in between her teeth were dark with blood. Aside from that, she was kind of cute.

Color faded into Lincoln's cheeks.

Abuelita had her chancla. If we mouthed off, she'd take her sandal off and hurl it at us, and I swear to every deity that's ever existed that the chancla had homing powers. It could turn corners and strike us square in the face when we were trying to run away. Pops didn't have a chancla, so he had to settle for using magic if we broke one of his rules.

punching holes the size of dogs

Remind me to never visit the Arctic Ocean during winter again,

Inhaler. Rylie crept around a tree, peering into the darkness. Maybe it was a deer or something. If that's you, Amber, you better hope I don't find you. I'll - I'll beat you

In the beginning, there was the earth, formless and empty. Darkness hung over the surface of the deep. And then there was light. It spilled over the waters, vast and powerful, and its creation severed the unity that had come before. This light was a separate entity from the darkness. Something novel and cruelly different. The spirits called it "day." Its opposite was called "night." Between them was evening and morning - the First Day. This division marked the end of peace in the universe. Everything has been pretty much fucked up since then.

Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,

No sex. No taking care of her pack. No physical activity at all.
Being pregnant was definitely much, much worse than being a werewolf.

It felt like her brain had become writhing worms inside of her skull, trying to escape through her eye sockets.

Getting shot was an experience that Elise ranked on the "unpleasantness" scale right around "trying to survive a week without coffee.

He had to be kidding. If he had been any more toned, I might have dry humped his leg when I first saw him at Dairy Queen.

Three months earlier ... Empty buses idled in the parking lot at the bottom of Gray Mountain. Almost everyone had

He jumped at her. It was a pathetic escape attempt. He was so slow that he didn't get far. Elise caught up to him in three long strides and slammed the back of his head into the

Forward, and he tried to get to his feet again, but his leg collapsed

They were twin beasts in the night, swift and sleek and growling. With her body arched over the moonlight-soaked motorcycle, her thighs welded to metal and leather, Elise felt like she and the bike had become a single animal - another member of Rylie's pack, restricted only to where the wheels could take her.

Elise didn't listen the corpse as James emptied his stomach a few feet away.

Good grief, this guy had a sleeping rug on his chest.

Dying is as natural as being born, and all of us have to face it someday. Some sooner than others. It's difficult to understand the meaning of it all. The question isn't, 'Why do we die?' The correct question is, 'Why do we live?