Frasi di Rachel Caine

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“You are the weirdest girl ever.”
“Please. You live with Eve.”

“Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?"
"Of course."
He didn't.”

“Don't play his game. Play yours.”

“Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.”

“Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne”

“And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's allnow.”

“Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.”

“Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?"

"That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now”

“Take her home. And-"
"Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.”

“Go to hell and take that with you!” She shouted it right in Amelie’s face. Eve
was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie’s white fury.
And then she slapped the Founder in the face.”

“I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?”
“Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.
“I’ve got yours.”

“Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.”
“Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.”

“You can't go around… licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just… unsanitary.”

“Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning," Shane said. "Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?”

“Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane”

“Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.”
“Just most things.”

“I'm worried he's going to… do something crazy."
"He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.”

“Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?”

“Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.”

“Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and
heavily armed.”

“Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave:
(1.) I thought it wasn't loaded.
(2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank.
(3.) Killed over Ice Cream”

“You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,’’ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon
at him.
He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ‘‘First off, they’re not dirty. I licked them first.”

“I think I just became psychic," he said. "Holy crap.”

“… will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?"
"The mirror's a great place to start”

“And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell."
- Eve Rosser”

“Did that remind anybody else of something?"
"Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.”

“Mind the dead man, my dear.”

“Besides," Shane said "I want to see Monica's face
when she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.”

“Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said.
“Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.”
“You’re lying.”
“Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.”