Rachel Caine is a pen name of Roxanne Longstreet Conrad, an American writer of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and horror novels. She also publishes media tie-in novels as Julie Fortune.
I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this. ” She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!
He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said, "Let me take a look at him. Shane?" "I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.
You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,’’ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ‘‘First off, they’re not dirty. I licked them first.
Mind the dead man, my dear.
Claire was struggling through last summer’s diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazystylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragon’s head on it. And, on his lapel was a button that said, If you can read this, thank a teacher.
Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!” “Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!
If you ask me if I’m imagining it again, I’m going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking. ” Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. “He doesn’t sound crazy. ” “Er,” she clarified, “crazier. He sounds like he’s back to normal, which is baseline crazy.
And by the way, showers. Look into them, Doug!
You know what I mean. And by the way, you should slow down. ” I sighed. “You’re kidding me. This is coasting. This is little old lady speed. ” “NASCAR drivers would have heart attacks. Slow down before we get a ticket. ” “Chicken.
What's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo. " "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you. " Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind. " She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her.
And then it was between Shane and Claire on who retreated first. "Uou go," he said. "Why?" Shane and Pete exchangedblooks. "Seriously?" Pete asked. "Yeah, she's like that," Shane said, and turned to her. "Because you're my girlfriend, and I'm not going unti; I know you're safe. How's that?
Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.
I am never taking a trip with either of you ever again. ' Eve said. 'Ever. ' Excellent' Shane said. 'Then next trip, we hit the strip bar. ' I have a gun, Shane,' Eve sighed. What, you think i actually loaded yours?' Eve flipped him off, and Claire laughed.
(Djinn are essentially vapor. ) "I blew him away.
My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.
Hey,” Shane said from the other side of the bars. “Trade you cigarettes for a chocolate bar. ” Funny,” Eve said. She was almost back to her old unGothed self again, though there were still red splotches on her cheeks and around her eyes. “How come you’re always behind bars, troublemaker?” Look who’s talking. I didn’t try to outrun the cops in a hearse. ” That hearse had horsepower. ” Eve got that moony look in her eyes again. “I love that hearse.
Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.
Maybe she'd seen too many Japanese horror movies, and maybe it was just a tingle of warning from generations of superstitious ancestors, but suddenly she knew that what Alyssa wanted was not to be saved, but for Shane to join her. In death.
Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-" "Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.
You can't go around. . . licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just. . . unsanitary.