Clara Coulson > Quotes

“Wait. Hold up!” I poke Delarosa in the chest with my index finger. “Answer me honestly: are you saying that my dick has the potential to cause a supernatural political scandal of catastrophic proportions?”
― Clara Coulson, Soul Breaker

“you don’t need some raging bonfire of emotion to form a powerful bond. Sometimes, I believe, it’s the small, steady flames that burn the longest, and as a result, provide light when it’s needed most.”
― Clara Coulson, Day Killer

“Michigan.”
― Clara Coulson, Soul Breaker

“It’s always the little choices, isn’t it, that sneak up on you with the big damn consequences?”
― Clara Coulson, Soul Breaker

“You must be new to DSI.” “Graduated two weeks ago. What gave me away?” I mimic her smile. “The fresh, handsome face, or the fact that I didn’t slip a knife out of my belt when I walked in, wary of you getting funny ideas?” She raises her hands in a mocking gesture of peace. “Both, if you must know. New Crows always have this air of undue confidence hanging around them. Think they can take on the magic world with a .45 and a few fake magic rings, defeat the big bad monsters, play the valiant knights. But they learn real quick, most of them, the truth of the matter. That—” “The world of monsters and mayhem can’t be controlled by mortal hands.” My voice drops two octaves. “Don’t mistake my inexperience for naïveté, witch.” The woman shifts backward a step, and I sense a stream of magic building in her palms. A faint aura forms around her hands, an earthy green hue. A sign she’s preparing to attack. I respond by activating my beggar rings with a simple mental command, Build. My fingers begin to grow warm as the rings absorb the energy in the air around me. There’s a bit more than usual—a consequence of being in the presence of a magic user”
― Clara Coulson, Soul Breaker

“I accept the bottle with a shaking hand, pop the top, and dump half the water down my parched, stale throat. I don’t stop drinking until my chest burns from the lack of air, and then I take a breather, handing the bottle back to Ella. “Thanks,” I say. “But I think I could do with a good beer or twelve. And maybe a burger.”
― Clara Coulson, Soul Breaker