Susan Ee Quotes

Sensual? I almost giggle. What kind of word is that to pop into my head? I'm not sure I've ever thought of anything as being sensual before.

Lots of distractions - that's good.
Murderous angels everywhere - that's bad.
That's about as far as my frozen brain will go.

I wasn't saying you were heartbroken." I sound like English is a new language for me, the way I stutter out the words. "I just meant it was hard for me to ... to watch."
He neither confirms nor denies that he might or might not have been even a teeny bit heartbroken.

I'm awed by how much iron will it would take to override his instinctive needs. And how much trust.

Yeah, I'm fine. Those ugly bullies were more afraid of my mommy than any warrior angel anyway. She's far more scary.

They lift their axes and slice through Raffe's wing joints. They . . . . . his wings . . . I don't know if Raffe yells out in his pain, because all I hear is my own scream. Raffe falls.

Waxes and wanes with no predictable schedule or trigger.

Maybe a girl needs to hear that. Maybe she wants to be with you, too." The words come out in a rushed whisper.

Wondering what it would have been like to go to the prom instead of a masquerade ball full of killers.

My eyes open wide. It worked. One by one, the Watchers nod in my direction with respect in their eyes.

He sighs as if a little disgusted with himself. 'Lately, I seem to be all about you.'
'What makes you say that?' I wish my voice didn't sound so breathless.
'I'm sitting on the hard floor outside your door while you take a cozy little nap, aren't I?

How long did you resist?" asks Uriel. "Did you push her away? Did you tell her she meant no more to you than any other animal? Oh, Raffe, did she die thinking you didn't care about her? How tragic. That must just tear you to pieces."
Raffe looks up with murder in his eyes. "Don't. Talk. About. Her.

Dum walks backwards, talking to us. We're going back to high school where our survival instincts are at their finest.

How close are they to creating this angelic plague?" "Not very. Otherwise, I would have had to kill them.

His breath speeds up to match mine, or maybe it's the other way around. Before I know it, he's nuzzling his head against my cheek. A low moan escapes his lips.

I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an angel's.

No one would blow up their entire country in the hope that a few angels might be in the air when you did it. It's just not responsible nuke behavior."
"Unlike nuclear cow missiles," says Dum.
"Exactly.

You're naming your collector's-item, kick-ass sword that's made to maim and kill, specifically designed to bring your ginormous enemies to their knees and hear the lamentation of their women-Pooky Bear?"
"Yeah, you like it?

If you help me find my sister, you can have these back. I saved them for you."
"Thanks," he croaks, surveying the wings. "They'll look great on my wall.

Let go, I say into his ear.
Raffe holds me tighter like there's no room for discussion.

Who says I belong in Heaven?

He's not just a mere mortal," says Dum. "Look at him. He's probably got some super-strength badass juice in his pocket right now. One gulp and his muscles would have muscles.

You've acquired a pet, archangel. When did this happen?" There's puzzlement in his voice, as if it's normal for Beliel to know of Raffe's companions.
"I'm not anyone's pet."
"I met her tonight at the aerie," says Raffe. "She's been following me around. She means nothing."
Beliel snorts. "Funny, I didn't ask if she meant anything to you." He looks me up and down, taking in every detail. "Scrawny. But serviceable." He saunters toward me.

My only thought is that I am not going to end up truly dead this time in Raffe's arms. I am not going to be one more wound on his soul.

One second, we are surrounded by angels holding their swords. The next second, one of their arms drops and his sword thunks to the grass like a lead weight. The angel stares at his blade uncomprehendingly.
Another sword drops.
Then another.
Then a whole bunch, until all the other unsheathed swords fall, thudding on the grass like subjects bowing down to their queen.
The angels stare at the swords at their feet in utter shock.
Then everyone looks at me. Actually, it's probably more accurate to say they're looking at my sword.
"Whoa." That's about the most intelligent thing I can say right now. Did Raffe say something about an archangel sword intimidating other angel swords if she could gain their respect?
I swivel my eyes to look at the blade in my hands. Was that you, Pooky Bear?

So long as you don't bleed in the shape of wing joints, you should pass for human. Oh, and don't let anyone pick you up. They'll know you're not right as soon as they feel how light you are."
"I'll be sure not to let anyone but you carry me in her arms.

If I ever see the twins again, it looks like I owe them a zombie-girl mud fight.

I am an ant in the battlefield of the gods. There's no room for pride or ego, and barely enough room for survival.

You're like a little girl demanding answers to questions during a covert operation. Why is the sky blue, daddy? Can I ask that man with the machine gun where the bathroom is? If you don't stay quiet, I'm going to have to dump you.

Sure, I'm pissed off. But my actions are not entirely without thought. I might regularly open my mouth without thinking, but I never start a fight without consulting my brain. For this one, I figured I'd won as soon as I made the first move. Intimidation tactics like his are common among bullies. The smaller, weaker opponent is supposed to cringe and back off.

Raffe holds me tighter. "It's about time you showed some sense. You should be afraid." "I'm shivering because I'm freezing." "You're cute when you're afraid." I give him a dirty look. "Yeah, you're cute when you're afraid too." He actually bursts out laughing. "You mean I'm devastatingly handsome when I'm not afraid. Because you've never seen me afraid." "I said you were cute, not 'devastatingly handsome.'

What about the Watchers?" "They've chosen to stay with me. They never had the prejudices against Daughters of Men anyway, which was their problem to begin with. I'm afraid your people might have their hands full with them.

Apparently,they've decided that's a gray zone. It could get them all burned." Then he adds in a whisper, almost to himself, "But the fire can be tempting.

I'm fine, Mom. Thanks for asking."
...
"Of course you're fine." She keeps walking. "You're the devil's bride and these are his creatures."
...
"I'm not the devil's bride."
"He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?

The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can.

I shut my eyes and try not to squeal. 'Get the maggots off me!'
Raffe brushes them off, but it feels like they're still crawling on my skin.
'So you do scream like a little girl,' says Raffe with some satisfaction in his voice. I open my eyes a second too soon, because I catch him tossing the severed hand into the sand

But the thing that really convinces me that the apocalypse is here is the crunching of smartphones under my feet.

They always always understimate women

It's amazing how many times we need to go against our survival instincts to survive.

Rage boils through my veins. My heart screams for blood. My hands tremble with the need to squeeze his throat shut.

It's a new day in the World After.

He glares at me. "I've had to watch you die once, isn't that enough?"
"All you have to do is make sure it doesn't happen again." I give him a sunny smile. "Simple."
"The only thing simple is you. Stubborn little ... " His grumbles fades to a point where I can't hear them, but I suspect they're not compliments.

God just spoke to me. He says the End of Days begins now.

Aw, true love." Howler lands on the boat, rocking it. "It makes me want to puke. Doesn't it make you want to gag too, Hawk?" "I never thought it was a good idea in the first place," says Hawk as he lands beside Howler. "Eternal damnation is what I get for listening to you lot." "How's the flesh wound, boss?" Howler shows off his forearm that glistens with his raw, skinless muscles. "Want to compare and see who gets bragging rights?

That's the whole point of a talent show,' says Dee, doing a spin onstage. 'It's illogical, chaotic, stupid, and a whole hell of a lot of fun.' Dee nods to Dum. 'It's what sets up apart from monkeys. What other species put on talent shows?

Power is best held by the ones who don't want it.

You," he says, with a dirty look, "don't deserve salvation."
"As if you could give it to me," I croak. "Why would I want to go to Heaven anyway when it's crammed full of murderers and kidnappers like you and your buddies?"
"Who says I belong in Heaven?

I'll never get rid of the image of him smashing the giant scorpion tubes in rage and killing all the monsters after seeing me die.

Anybody that ties you to a chair at gunpoint is a bad guy. Do I really need to explain this?

When angel meets Watcher, they're like two feral cats meeting each other in an alley. They raise their feathers, making their wings look spiky and larger than before.

We have struck back. We have declared war on any being that dares to think they can wipe us out without a fight. No matter how celestial, no matter how powerful they are, this is our home and we will fight to keep it.

I walk down the center of the street in our old neighborhood. I recognize the cracked building with the graffiti of an angel that has the words 'Who will guard against the guardians?

He sighs. "I miss the days when females could be ordered around and they'd have no choice."
"Sure that wasn't just a myth? I'm pretty sure nobody ever ordered my mom around - ever."
"You're probably right. The unruliness of the women in your family must go back for generations. You're like a plague upon the land.

Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.

I knew from the start that your loyalty would get you killed. I just never thought it would be your loyalty to me that would do it.

Raffe turns to me. It's the first time I've seen his face look less than perfect. He's squinting in pain and blinking rapidly. He came to help me. Through all the screaming noise and blinding lights, he came.

I don't have kind memories of you, Raffe, in case you'd forgotten. After all this time, you show up in my life again with no warning. Making demands. Insulting me by flaunting your human toy in my presence. Why should I do this for you instead of sounding the alarm and letting everybody know you had the nerve to come back?

He shakes his head sadly at me.'These are the rules we live by. We are soldiers, Penryn. Legendary warriors willing to make legendary sacrifices. We do not ask. We do not choose.' He says that like a motto, a pledge he'd said a thousand times.

Are zombie girls allowed to talk?"
"If they're cute and willing to do zombie-girl mud fights"
"Duuude. Right on."
"That's a disgusting image" ...
"It's not liked we'd pick the decayed ones, Penryn. Just … fresh from the dead."
"Only, with ripped clothes and stuff."
"And hungry for breeeeasts."
"He means brains."
"That's exactly what I meant.

You're smarter than you look,' I say to Raffe.

'But not as smart as he thinks,' says Howler.

'I can see discipline has broken down during your vacation,' says Raffe.

'Yeah, it's all that lounging on the beach with nothing to do but drink and watch women.

Tall, dark and friendly. What more could a girl ask for?

Penryn: Oh, I wonder if I can find a pink sheath for Pooky Bear. Maybe with little rhinestones?

I snuggle closer to him in my sleep and my whimpering subsides to a contented sigh. It almost hurts to see Raffe closing his eyes and holding me the way a kid might hold a stuffed animal for comfort. I reach out my phantom hand to stroke his face. But of course, I can't feel him. I can only feel what the sword remembers. I run my hand along the lines of his neck and the muscles of his shoulder, anyway. Imagining the smooth warmth of him. Remembering the feeling of being held in his arms.

He doesn't even like me.
I let the thought roll around in my head. Anything I feel during that time gets shoved into the vault with the ten-foot-think door slamming as soon as it goes in, just in case something in there has any intention of crawling out.

I must have been seriously frustrated by my lack of sword-fighting skills to make all this up. My dream head hurts just thinking about it.

My mother hasn't asked the questions that a normal person would ask, and I'm grateful for it. It's like the world has become so crazy that it makes sense to her now.
I turn on the engine and drive us out. 'Thanks, Mom. For coming to rescue me.' My voice comes out reedy and a little wobbly. I clear my throat. 'Not every mom would do that in a world like this.

These angels look like the type to be heavily scarred by battle wounds, but instead they have the kind of perfectly unmarred skin prom queens around the country would kill their prom kings for.

Tell me about Raffe."
Nothing.
"okay. Let's practice fighting," I said in an enthusiastic voice as if I'm talking to a little kid. "I could use more lessons."
Nothing.
"Right. Well, I guess I have nothing better to do now than to decorate the teddy bear with ribbons and bows. What do you think of dusky pink?"
The room wavers, then morphs.

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Obi sits on the cot and ties my ankles together. I'm tempted to make a quip about requiring dinner and a movie before getting so kinky, but I don't.

Why don't you want it?" "I have better things to do." "Like what?" He opens one eye and looks at me. "Like convince a stubborn girl to admit she's madly in love with me." I can't help but smile.

I glance over at Raffe for the hundredth time as I huddle with Pooky Bear beneath a coat that someone gave me. I'm shivering as if it's zero degrees, and no matter how much I hug myself, I can't get warm. I

The alarm bells shriek again, echoing off the walls. "The hell is that?" asks Tattoo. "And why does it keep going off?" "There's some crazy lady on the loose," says Doc. "Keeps propping open emergency exits. Triggers the alarm. Are you going to let me go?" Well, at least my mom must be doing okay.

He holds me so tight that if an army of scorpions came and tried to drag me out of his arms, they wouldn't be able to.

Why would you risk treason for a mud fight?"
"You have no idea how much I'd risk for an honest-to-God mud fight between two hot women," says Dee.

I hate it when she does that. There's nothing more humiliating than being smacked by your crazy mother in front of your friends.

He stands with the fluid grace of an aristocrat who's used to rich surroundings. Although the quarter-bag of cat food he's holding up does mess with the image a little.

I answer through chattering teeth. As well as can be expected after a swim in angel-infested waters.

I guess if I'd really thought things through, I would have been prepared for the screams.

Just this once,' he says almost more to himself than to me. 'Just one moment.'
Then he leans down and kisses me.

Whatever campaign Uriel is running against Raffe, it's getting a major boost in the polls. Raffe and I are like a demonic campaign poster on legs. I worry about what will happen to him, how he'll

He sprawls on the sand, quietly laughing. His laugh is weak and in need of air but it may still be the greatest sound I've ever heard. It's full of warmth and genuine mirth, as only a living, breathing - um - person can have.

I shove the wooden debris out of the way until I see the smudged face of the teddy bear. "There she is." I carefully pull out the bear and sword. I proudly flip the bridal veil skirt to show him the scabbard. Raffe stares at the disguised sword for a second before commenting.
"Do you know how many kills this sword has?"
"It's a perfect disguise, Raffe."
"This sword is not just an angel sword. She's an archangel sword. Better than an angel sword, in case that's not clear. She intimidates the other angel swords

Thank you for returning me to my family. That was a crazy, dangerous thing to do." "I was feeling a little crazy and dangerous then.

Woah' That's about the most intelligent thing I can say right now.

I never kid about my warrior demigod status."
"Oh. My. God." I lower my voice, having forgotten to whisper. "You are nothing but a bird with an attitude. Okay, so you have a few muscles, I'll grant you that. But you know, a bird is nothing but a barely evolved lizard. That's what you are.

This sword is not just an angel sword. She's an archangel sword. Better than an angel sword, in case that's not clear. She intimidates the other angel swords."
"What, the other swords quake in their scabbards when they see her?

Does moping actually help humans
feel better?"
"I'm not moping."
"Of course you're not. A girl like you,
spending time with a warrior demigod like me. What's to mope about? Leaving a
wheelchair behind couldn't possibly show up on the radar compared to that.

Why is it that everyone else can look like they're part of a zombie hunting party, but I still have to worry about fashion?"
He won't stop snickering. "You look like a leopard-spotted Shar-Pei."
I think those are the little pug-like dogs drowning in massive folds of skin. "You're scarring me, you know. It could haunt me for the rest of my life to be called a wrinkly little dog at the tender age of seventeen."
"Yup. A sensitive girl. That just defines you, Penryn.

And my instincts tell me that Raffe is mine. I found him first.

You went to the aerie?" My voice wavers a little as I look back and forth between my mom and sister. "You risked your lives to rescue me?

And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that trying to make someone stay with you when he doesn't want to is a recipe for heartbreak.

Males
they've all trained against each other. They expect attacks to certain zones on their bodies and from someone who's used to relying on upper-body strength. And they always, always underestimate women.

I have to ask,' says Thermo. 'I know the others are wondering this too. Is she your Daughter of Man?' He nods toward me.
I glance at Raffe.
Am I?
Raffe thinks about that for a second before answering. 'She is a Daughter of Man. And she is traveling with me. But she's not my Daughter of Man.

At any other time, we would have been sheep in the company of wolves. But now, we have what people might call "presence".

She? You're not one of those people who name their cars and coffee mugs, are you? It's an inanimate object. Get over it.

So is that what people call sweet nothings? Because somehow, I expected it to be a little more . . . complimentary.

It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

I don't know what would happen in a fight between a gang of angels and a school of great white sharks but I'm glad I won't be close enough to see it. Since the angels are squarely in the sharks' territory, my bet is with the sharks. Who

They're not 'fellas.' They're not anywhere near human. They're nothing but leaking sacks of mutated maggots, just like you." Lookswise, he and the other angels I'd seen were closer to living Adonises, complete with god-like faces and presence. But inside, they were maggots for sure.

You are nothing but a bird with attitude.