Samantha Riccio

“I would like to register the fact that this fucking sucks," she said.
"Noted," he said, shutting the gate.”
― Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

“A mannequin? An unfeeling heartless bitch who feeds on others' misery and is physically incapable of crying, unless it's tears of blood?”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“Yes, well”—he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose delicately—“the burner phone we had accidentally fell out of the car, and someone accidentally backed over it. Because someone was in a rush after she accidentally alerted some skip tracers we were nearby when she accidentally used her abilities to move a light pole out of the road after she had accidentally backed into it.”
“Someone better shut their mouth before I accidentally slam my fist into their teeth.” She punched his shoulder, and it was almost...playful.
“Shut his mouth, fist into his teeth.”
“Really? A grammar lesson?”
― Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

“She would drive a saint to murder. Like, ten-stab-wounds-to-the-torso murder.” “Good thing you’re not a saint.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade