Erica > Erica's Quotes

“What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott?" he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him.

And just like that, I do.

"What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asked me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, he grins. Unbelievable of how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him.
"Dam!" he says.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Clara: My heart doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to Tucker.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tucker: I'm glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are.

Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I?

Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick.

Avery: Shut up.

Tucker: It's cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“I'm in love with Tucker Avery.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“I love how he sometimes gets embarrassed by the mushy stuff between us and then his voice gets all gruff and he tickles me or kisses me to shut us both up. Boy, do we ever kiss. We make out like champions.”
― Cynthia Hand

“He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me.”
― Cynthia Hand

“I won’t be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hand drops from my face and grab at my waist and pull me to him. A small soft groan escapes him, and that noise makes me absolutely crazy. I lose it. I wind my hands around his neck and kiss him without holding anything back. I can feel his heart thundering like mine, his breath coming faster, his arms tightening around me.”
― Cynthia Hand

“Clara's mother: Yes, and what could possible be more important to your life right now than Christian?

Clara: I'm going out with Tucker.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can't touch my soul.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“I wonder if the prayers of angel-bloods count more than regular people's.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“And then I can feel what he feels. He’s waited such a long time for this moment. He loves how I feel in his arms. He loves the smell of my hair. He loves the way I looked at him just now, flushed and wanting more from him. He loves the color of my lips and now the taste of my mouth is making his knees feel weak and he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of me.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Good luck explaining to God that you used to spank one of his heavenly beings."
Mom gave a startled laugh. "Sophie!"
"What? You did. I hope you like hot weather, Mom, that's all I'm saying.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake.'
Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“I heard the man and woman cry a warning as I frantically racked my brain for some sort of throat-repairing spell, which I was clearly about to need. Of course the only words that I actually managed to yell at the werewolf as he ran at me were, 'BAD DOG!'

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of blue light on my left. Suddenly, the werewolf seemed to smack into an invisible wall just inches in front of me....

"You know," someone said off to my left, "I usually find a blocking spell to be a lot more effective than yelling 'Bad dog,' but maybe that's just me.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“So if you can heal with your touch, why are you working here as like, Hagrid, or whatever?”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Archer isn't hot anymore.... He tried to kill me, and his girlfriend is Satan.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Now, Sophia, would you care to tell me why you're here by the pond instead of reporting to your next class?'

'I'm experiencing some teenage angst, Mrs. Casnoff,' I answered. 'I need to, like, write in my journal or something.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Dad, she's just going to freak. And probably come here and get me, and then you guys will start yelling at each other, and I'll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“When someone tells you somebody’s been murdered, laughing is probably not the best response. You know, for future reference.

But laughing is exactly what I did.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“He ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending a flurry of sparks through me. "Good-bye, Sophie." -Cal”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“This thing with us is the only real thing I've had in a long time. You're the only real thing." He raised our hands and kissed my knuckles. "And I'm done pretending I don't want you.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“None of this makes any sense."
"I'm beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“So did The Eye come here looking for me?"
"Actually, we came because we heard it was free corn dog night. Imagine our disappointment.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“You can't do a blocking spell, and you've never heard of L'Occhio di Dio? Man, what kind of witch are you?"
I had an incredibly nasty retort ready that involved his mother and the U.S. Navy, but before I could get it out....”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“Cal had been waiting for us at the pond. When he’d seen me, he’d given me a barely perceptible nod, which was the Cal version of waving his hands over his head and yelling, “Hey, Sophie!”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“Yeah, it's beautiful. For a prison.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall