Rylan Saintcrow Quotes

But there's a price."
"Oh?" She knew what it would be, felt her whole body come alive in anticipation.
"Yes," he said. "Exactly that."
She forgot everything when he drew her into his arms, everything but the wonder and the magic of his touch, the intoxication of his kisses, the sting of his fangs that should have been painful but filled her with sensual pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when he carried her to her bed, her hands clumsy in their haste as she undressed him. He was so beautiful, his body perfectly formed, his belly ridged with muscle, his limbs long and lean. He watched over her, his eyes hot, as she removed her own clothing, then covered his body with hers.
They fit together well, she thought, her body somehow molding to his. She ran her hands over him, loving the play of emotions on his face as her hands caressed him.
He gave her free rein until, with a growl of impatience, he tucked her beneath him.
She felt the sweet sting of his fangs at her throat as he possessed her with a fierceness he had never shown before.
"Mine." His voice whispered in her ear, echoed off the walls. "Mine! ~ Amanda Ashley

Maybe handling her memory every day for five years had made it fade, like the mortal thing it was. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Every time you said the phrase 'homologous chromosome' when you lectured at East Park, it made me so horny."
His lips brush against my ear. "Homologous chromosome."
"Yes, yes just like that."
His voice gets deeper, huskier. "Homologous chromosome."
"Oh, god."
"Homologous chromosome."
"Yes."
"Homologous chromosome."
"Yes! ~ Iris Blaire

Oh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. "Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution - to just not relax - was kind of sucking. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

I got a washed out version of Mom's curls and a better copy of Dad's blue eyes, The rest of me, I guess, is up for grabs. Except maybe Gran's nose, but she could have been trying to make me feel better. I'm no prize. Most girls go through a gawky stage, but I'm beginning to think mine will be a lifelong thing. It doesn't bother me too much. Better to be strong than pretty and useless. I'll take a plain girl with her head screwed on right over a cheerleader any day. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Jesus, you've got a death wish."
"Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Dru Anderson: Thanks.
Graves: No problem. First one's free. Look, you really can't go home? What happened.
Dru Anderson: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Graves: Try me.
Dru Anderson: I just can't go home, not until tomorrow.
Graves:Do you need a place to sleep?
Dru Anderson: I'll find somewhere.
Graves: I know a place.
Dru Anderson: Why is it there's always a guy who thinks he can get something out of the new girl? Every goddamn town, it's the same thing. Some guy thinks he's God's gift to the displaced.
Graves: I just asked if you wanted a place to sleep, Jesus.
Dru Anderson: Sorry.
Graves: No problem. So, I'll take you someplace you can sleep tonight. Someplace safe. Okay?
Dru Anderson: How much?
Graves: I keep telling you, first one's free. You want to play some air hockey? Good way to get your mind off stuff.
Dru Anderson: Sure.
Graves: Cool. You finished?
Dru Anderson: Yeah, I guess. Graves?
Graves: Huh?
Dru Anderson: Thanks. Nice gloves.
Graves: Hey, you know. Chicks dig guys in gloves. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

But when a girl's motivated, miracles are possible. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Still, even idiots get lucky sometimes. I felt lucky tonight. Or maybe just reckless. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

It wasn't easy, but she was used to swallowing. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

She smiled, looking up at him, his lips interrupting her attempt to respond. He pulled back slightly, but Rylan stopped him. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him back in. Her fingers slid to his shoulders and she squeezed them tightly. ~ Courtney Giardina

Most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting."
My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. "You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

If a man seeks to drink enough to blind his conscience, tis acquavit or nothing. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Sometimes you meet a girl and it's like matter and antimatter. You just hate each other for no damn reason. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

He kissed her, over and over, printing blood-flavored kisses on her cheek, her throat, her jaw, her mouth. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up! ~ Lilith Saintcrow

It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel. -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Chess isn't one of my favorites, it takes a cool calculating hatred to play well, and I'm not good at that. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

He stared at her face as if he wanted to peel it off and
take it home with him.
What a gruesome thought, Rowan. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

You're one to talk about talking crap, Forester." Dunstan's voice interrupts the memory, and I can't help but feel a little grateful. "Accusing my dad of poisoning the swamp? What a bunch of bull."
"It's not bull,"I snarl. "Your dad's dumping trash into the swamp and you know it!"
Dunstan finally loses it and stands up. The boat tilts dangerously. Melanie and the twins shriek, grasping the sides like they're glued to them.
"You two sit down this minute!" Babette bellows. She's holding onto the motor for dear life. Neither of us listens.
"You wanna run that by me again?" Dunstan growls. His fingers curl into fists.
"Your. Dad. Is. Poisoning. The. Swamp." I let each word out slowly like Dunstan's a dumb little kid who needs help understanding. ~ Colleen Boyd

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Does it hurt?"
"My magic...takes away most of the pain. I feel nothing. But Rylan?"
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me. Please. One last feeling."
Heat tickles my chin as I lean down and grant Ivy her final request. I kiss her like I don't want to let her go, hard and soft and urgent and slow until we both need air. ~ Colleen Boyd

I had to settle for two of the most inadequate words in the English language, words to pale to express what I needed to say. Thank you. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

It could have been possible to put a little more fuck you into his tone, but some of it might've slopped out the sides. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Are you listening, little bird? ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Funny, how things became very simple once a man's course was decided. It was the aimlessness of choice that made mischief, among both sidhe and mortals. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Ivy hugs me tighter. "Wonderful, Rylan. This is good to know. And thank you for calling me...your friend. I love being called that."
Love. My cheeks catch fire and my heart races as we continue holding each other. That word has become so foreign in my house, ever since my dad started distancing himself. But here's my best friend using it in a way that makes me feel like everything's okay and I'm whole again.
It's the same one word - the only word - that could describe what I'm feeling for Ivy. ~ Colleen Boyd

It's not the type of work you can put on a business card.
I sometimes play the game with myself, though. What would I put on a business card?
Jill Kismet, Exorcist. Maybe on a nice heavy cream-colored card stock, with a good font. Not pretentious, just something tasteful. Garamond, maybe, or Book Antiqua. In bold. Or one of those old-fashioned fonts, but no frilly Edwardian script.
Of course, there's slogans to be taken into account. Jill Kismet, Dealer in Dark Things. Spiritual Exterminator. Slayer of Hell's Minions. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven't been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It's a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It's road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe. ~ Lilith Saintcrow