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“Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Perv."
He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?”
― Rachel Caine, Midnight Alley

“I'm gonna kill him," Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.
Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-"

And what?" (Michael)

When did you get home?" Claire demanded.

Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It's...different.”
― Rachel Caine, Feast of Fools

“Crap, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking we have about fifteen vampires and no blood," Claire said. "Is that it?"

"No, I was thinking we're out of chips. Of course that's what I was thinking.”
― Rachel Caine, Feast of Fools

“You. O Positive. How many exits?"
"What?...Oh shit, did you just call me by my bloodtype?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?"
Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?”
― Rachel Caine, Midnight Alley

“Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much."
"Dick. That's not what you said last night."
"Bite me.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.'
It was the perfect motto for Morganville.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“You shouldn't be afraid of me because I'm a vampire. You ought to be scared because you just trash-talked my girlfriend to her face.--Michael”
― Rachel Caine, Midnight Alley

“You're still here. No beer. I'm not corrupting a minor."
"But you're a minor," she pointed out. "At least for beer."
"Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and I'm not if I want a beer?”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Can I come back and see you sometime?"
"Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate."
"Gramma, you're diabetic."
"I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Claire: So we do nothing?
Michael: We do the best nothing you've ever seen.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“You know," Shane said twenty minutes later, "I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.”
― Rachel Caine

“Hell,' Shane spit in disgust. 'I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.' He tossed her the bat.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!"
Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“karma's a bitch, and so am I”
― Rachel Caine, All Hallows

“Have I mentioned how hot Michael is? Hot, hot, hot. I mean, all guitar players are crushworthy - it's like it's issued with the talent - but I've been noticing lately that he is total Hottie McHottie of Hotland. Not that I could tell him that. Luckily, he is a boy. Hence, too dense to figure out why I'm staring at his ass.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Crosses?"
"Definitely"
"Why?"
"Because they're evil, soulless, bloodsucking fiends?"
"So was my sixth-grade gym teacher, but he wasn't afraid of a cross.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.”
― Rachel Caine

“Michael!” Oliver’s voice came faint through the front door. “Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!”
“Trap,” Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael’s arm as he walked by. “Don’t, man.”
“What’s he going to do? Make faces at me?”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Kid,” Richard said wearily, “I am not in the mood. I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, my sister’s crazy–”
“Hey!” Monica protested.
“–and you’re not my high school crush–”
“He is not my high school crush, Richard!”
“The point it, I couldn’t give a crap about you, your friends, or your problems, because for me this isn’t personal. Monica will kill you because she’s nuts. I’ll kill you because you make me kill you. Are we straight?”
“Well,” Shane said, “That’s kind of a personal question.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“I’m not a kid!” she told Shane hotly. “I’m only, like, a year younger than Eve!”
“And girls are much more mature.” Eve nodded wisely. “So you’re about ten years older than Shane, then.”
“Seriously,” Claire insisted. “I’m not a kid!”
“Whatever you say, kid,” Shane said blandly. “Cheer up. Just means you don’t have to put up with me telling you how much sex I didn’t get.”
“I’m telling Michael,” Eve warned.
“About how much sex I didn’t get? Go ahead.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“You are not my high school crush, idiot.”
“Great. I can die happy, then.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil
vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Oh, hey, Claire,” she said, and blinked. “Where are you going?”
“Funeral,” Shane said. On-screen, a zombie shrieked and died gruesomely.
“Yeah? Cool! Whose?”
“Hers.” Shane said.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Is it him?” Dad asked. “Did he get you into trouble?”
“Not me,” Shane said. “I’ve just got that kind of face.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“I’d say over my dead body, but I think you already made that point,” Michael snapped. “Thanks for the visit. Now fuck off, man.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“See? My plans don’t all suck. Just most of them.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses