Cheryl Sterling

“If a relationship crumbles in the universe, does anyone hear it fail?”
― Cheryl Sterling, Tall, Dark and Slayer

“Gabe ran his hand through his hair and suppressed sending an entreaty to God. It wouldn’t do any good. The motley crew before him could only have been sent by the devil himself.
His long lost sister, a hippie vampire, an angry Italian cop, and a tattooed man with no last name. It was as if Central Casting had thrown up its hands and sent over whomever had walked in the door.”
― Cheryl Sterling, Tall, Dark and Slayer

“The stone blurred. The hole expanded to twice its previous size. Unable to believe she’d actually changed its shape, Jane threw all her weight into the next effort.
An opening the size of a refrigerator formed and stabilized.
Jane blinked in surprise. She looked over to Muttle. He smiled, delight dancing across his face.
“Well, bless my buttons,” she exclaimed. “Come on, Scarecrow, we’re off to see the Wizard.” Taking her rescuer’s hand, she walked through the gap.”
― Cheryl Sterling, What Do You Say to a Naked Elf?

“Charlie touched her face gently with long, tanned fingers. “Sometimes I don’t know half of what you say, but I’m damn glad I get to hear it.”
“I bet you say that to all the mortals,” she joked, then winced as the pain shot through her again.
“You’ve been hurt,” he said, as if noticing for the first time all the blood and gore and exposed body goo.
“Yeah, but it only hurts when I laugh.”
“Then don’t laugh,” he murmured, finishing the old routine as if he’d been born into Vaudeville. His hands gently probed the edges of the gash.”
― Cheryl Sterling, What Do You Say to a Naked Elf?