Suzie

“The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels

“Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

“Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Betrayals