bones

She was every inch the skeletal goddess that had been promised by the bones of her feet.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."Mencheres to Cat

No one believes you__e serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts.Bones to Gregor

I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy."Cat

The future was chaos, war and blood and thirst, ending with everyone's bones bleached white in the desert. The sand would bury their buildings and bodies, and eventually it would be impossible to tell that anyone had lived in the desert at all.

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-""Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

He f**ks even better than he looks_, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn__ care; I was pissed. __nd that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don__ you worry.

Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

I heard the car door shut and then Fabian's voice. "You won't believe what I found around the edge of your property," the ghost announced. "A cave with prehistoric painting inside it!" I rolled my eyes. That was the best tactic Fabian could come up with? This was a vampire he was trying to stall, not a paleontologist.

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven.""Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.

...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress.

Whatever would give you the idea that I'm her damn brother?

Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?___n this case, it__ a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.

Why did you tell her I'm your boyfriend? Why doesn't she know about your real one? - TimmyHe's English! And Mom...Mom hates foreigners! - Cat

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden _ in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.