I am not driving back home in a car with Bipolar Man," I said, and I meant it. "Seriously. I've got weapons." -Shane, Fall of Night
Rachel CaineAnybody who believed vampires couldn't feel things like living people did had never met Michael Glass. -Fall of Night
Rachel CaineI love you," he said. It came out in a rush, as if he couldn't wait to get it out. "I love you and Jesus, you scare me. Having to give you up was the hardest thing I've ever done, Claire; I can't do it again. Please tell me - please tell me that you're coming back for good. Or at least, if you leave, let me go with you." - Shane, Fall of night
Rachel CaineSo don't preach at us like you're some kind of saint. You're just another sinner.
Rachel CaineMots clés saint shane-collins sinner
Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.
Rachel CaineMots clés war vampires morganville-vampires shane-collins video-game
I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.
Rachel CaineMots clés decisions responsibility consequences choices the-dead-girls-dance
The cake did look fantastic, though. There were photos. Shane cut into the thing, groaned at the sight of the chocolate cake beneath the vanilla frosting, but he took a piece – the King Kong piece – and ate it anyway. Michael gave him a present of a set of silver-coated throwing stars, which Shane greatly admired until Eve sharply reminded him they were not for home use, except in emergencies; Eve’s present was a t-shirt with an insulting graphic on it, of course. Claire saved her present for last.
He unwrapped it and raised his eyebrows. “A book,” he said.
“It’s a how-to book,” she said, “on how to kill zombies. But there’s a chapter at the end on vampires, too. Oh, and mummies, but we don’t see a whole lot of those around here.”
“Useful,” he said, and started to put it aside. Then he frowned and flipped through it.
There was a marker in the middle, and he pulled it out – a man’s silver bracelet. In the middle were engraved his initials. He turned it in the light, admiring it, then put it on and reached out for her hand to pull her closer. She got a kiss, a long, sweet one, and he brushed her hair back as he whispered, “I love you.”
“Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.
Unfortunately, mortal life is very fragile, and very short. Yours could be shorter than usual.
Rachel CaineMots clés life morganville-vampires fragility
I can't simply adopt strays because they seem winsome.
Rachel CaineMots clés morganville-vampires
Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?”
“Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—”
“I know.”
“Lock the door,” he said.
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