Rachael Chadwick > Quotes

“What I feel for him runs bone deep—woven into the parts of me I can’t unmake. It lives in the marrow, in the quiet spaces between who I was and who I’ve become. It aches.”
― Rachael Chadwick, Bone Deep

“Unbelievable.” He turns and saunters into the living room. “I cross a literal dimension for you”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“This is not sin. This is… beige moral decay. It’s the flesh-and-bone equivalent of lukewarm dishwater. Where is the fire? Where is the grandeur? These creatures aren’t even failing interestingly; they’re just lingering.”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“Sure”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“What I feel for him runs bone deep—woven into the parts of me I can’t unmake. It lives in the marrow”
― Rachael Chadwick, Bone Deep

“Filthy little mortal,” he growls into my spine. “You were made to be ruined by me.”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“This isn’t sadness…”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“Too young, no living kids, no husband—apparently that makes me unfit to decide what to do with my own body. ”
― Rachael Chadwick, Bone Deep

“I freeze. Is she bracing for a strike? I’ve done nothing but pull her from the dark. I push the confusion aside”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“God, Sable..." His voice fractures. "You're dripping onto the seat.”
― Rachael Chadwick, Crawl For Me

“Some guy who’s always there. In her bed, in her kitchen, pressed against her in doorways. Some guy who makes her coffee exactly how she likes it, who knows which mug she prefers, who buys her favourite wine before she even realises she’s out. Some guy who learns her routines like they’re scripture, memorises her rhythms until he knows where she’ll be before she does.”
― Rachael Chadwick, Bone Deep

“Me, however? Fully solid. Excellent stamina. Built for interaction. The hands-on kind. I can do kissing, biting, choking, carrying—sometimes all at once, if the mood’s right. I can give you a demonstration if you want?” ”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“There is nothing in that pretty head of yours that could possibly scare me. You think a little darkness is going to freak me out? I live in the dark”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“I cross a literal dimension for you”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“Perhaps the plague is not God’s wrath at all. Perhaps it is the earth that has grown sick of us—of the blood worked into its soil, the backs broken upon it, the children sent to bed with empty bellies, the bruised throats, and the girls left sobbing in piss-stained alleyways at the hands of brutal men. And now it’s turned against us, poisoning the air in our lungs and driving fever through our bodies as though it has decided, at last, that it has endured enough. Enough rape. Enough rot. Enough ruin.”
― Rachael Chadwick, Malady

“Rest”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead

“leads me to the kitchen. He pulls out a stool for me”
― Rachael Chadwick, Ruin Me Gently

“leftovers?”
― Rachael Chadwick, How (Not) To Raise The Dead