“If something is visceral and unsettling for me, my job is to not look away, not to punk out. Sometimes the dark things come from places inside me, experiences Ive had, that need to be transformed.” IfsNeedsLooksSometimesJobsDarkTransformedPunkVisceralDark Things Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!” IfsActionFunSexyTongueCheeksDamnationMeadTongue In Cheek Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“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.” IfsKindHardHouseSmellApplesGoodsThreadPieApple PieHostessesBaked Goods Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.” PeopleIfsWantAsksAnswersMinesShouldersAsk Me Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.” IfsWorldBodySidesDarkGoneImagineHavensBlindSmellMeatEggsHuntingTiedZombiePackagesRipeDark SideCrawlingRottingTied UpPukeMaggots Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“People don’t really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you don’t live up to their snap judgments.” PeopleIfsKnowsWantFirstsLittlesTwoFitJudgmentNervousUpsetSecondsSnapsPredeterminedSnap Judgment Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.” IfsShouldMeanTwoBoysHealthyDoseTestosteroneHovering Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe." Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.” IfsWayShouldMomentsRoomsLaughingLogicCloudsGravesSmokeSarcasmPointingBabeFallacyAnna Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Can I…I mean, do you mind if I sleep up here? If you don't, I, um, understand. I just—" "Yes." The word bolted out of me. "Yes, please. Maybe I'll be able to sleep if you're here.” IfsMindMeanAbleSleepPlease Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.” IfsMindWellsLittlesEndsBodyMy OwnForeverHorseStuckChestsDragSkinnyWild Horses Author:Lilith Saintcrow
