Pagan > Pagan's Quotes

“This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can oftentimes become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers. ”
― William S. Burroughs

“Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?"
"What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.”
― Jeaniene Frost, At Grave's End

“Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I
called her that! My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine!”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-"

"Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts.

Bones to Gregor”
― Jeaniene Frost, Destined for an Early Grave

“Whatever would give you the idea that I'm her damn brother?”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me.
“You and I need to talk, Kitten.”
“Now?” I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet.
“It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.”
― Jeaniene Frost

“...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress. ”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Winston Gallagher!" I said, recognizing the first ghost I'de met. Then my eyes narrowed & I covered my hand in front of my crotch as I saw Winstons gaze fasten there next. "Don't even think about poltergeisting my panties again". "This is the sod? Come here you scurvy little--" "Bones don't!" I interrupted. He stopped, giving a last glare to him while mouthing YOU. ME. EXORCIST. before returning to my side.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?”
His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.”
“Yeah, well, consider me an original.”
This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment.
“I always have.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“Care to see your room?” -Bones
Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat”
― Jeaniene Frost, Destined for an Early Grave

“I think this’ll definitely tide me over while we’re apart,”Bones laughed, dragging me into his arms with far more strength and quickness than was fair, considering I still had trouble making my limbs operate.
“Oh, Kitten,” he murmured as his lips dragged down my throat. “You didn’t really think we were done, did you?”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag.

Cat re: Annette”
― Jeaniene Frost, Destined for an Early Grave

“Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands. ”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“BONES: “I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to start running again.”

CAT: “No, I’m too tired to run, and you’re too fast. You’d only catch me.”

BONES: “That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag."

I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a thousand times!

She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.

"Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“You! You tricked me! I never want to see you or that bottle of liquid arsenic again!”

I chucked the empty moonshine jug at him. Or tried to. It missed him by a dozen feet.

He picked it up in astonishment. “You drank the whole bloody thing? You were only supposed to have a few sips!”

“Did you say that? Did you?” He reached me just as I felt the ground tip. “Didn’t say anything. I’ve got those names, so that’s all that matters, but you men…you’re all alike. Alive, dead, undead—all perverts! I had a drunken pervert in my pants! Do you know how unsanitary that is?”

Bones held me upright. I would have protested, but I couldn’t remember how to. “What are you saying?”

“Winston poltergeisted my panties, that’s what!” I announced with a loud hiccup.

“Why, you scurvy, lecherous spook!” Bones yelled in the direction of the cemetery. “If my pipes still worked, I’d go right back there and piss on your grave!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“I’m really not comfortable with you being naked,” I said, struggling for a normal tone and failing.

His brow arched. “Why should it unsettle you, pet? After all, you just said I meant nothing to you beyond mere gratitude. And you’ve seen a man’s body before, so don’t pull that blushing act with me. What could be bothering you, then? I know what’s bothering me.” The smoothly bantering tone changed to a low, furious growl. “What’s bothering me is that you dare to stand there and tell me what I do and do not feel about last night. That kissing you and holding you meant nothing to me. Then, to top it all off, that you were only reacting to me because you were impaired! That’s rich. You know what those drugs did to you in the first dose, before the second one made you comatose? They killed the bug up your arse!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“My gaze flew to him once more,noting the cigarette he set down even as he exhaled a long plume of white."Why are you lying there smoking while I'm chained to a wall?"I demanded.The look he gave me was a mixture of relief and cynicism."Since it seems you don't remember anything about the past two days,let me assure you,luv-I earned that smoke.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“Get your bloody hands off my wife!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Home for the Holidays

“Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?”

“In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now.... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but. .. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.”
― Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

“She crawled,” Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of days. “She crawled to the bathroom to clean herself again. If it weren’t for the two subs in the pack, I’d be on the bottom. And she wouldn’t stand up in my presence for guilt.”
― Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

“It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldn’t love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didn’t love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didn’t want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldn’t be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.”
― Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

“MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.”
― Patricia Briggs, Moon Called