rachel-caine

You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab."Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!

He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right?" "Like what?""Like hitting on you.""Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way." Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee."What? You think he does?""Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood.""Again, Ew! What's with you this morning?""Not enough coffee.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

Delighted," Jess said. "I think all houses should be stuffed with books. It makes them--""Homes?" the doctor finished. "You are quite the heretic, for someone in a Library uniform.""Guilty.

This is the biggest damn IPod I've ever seen," Claire said, which made him choke on his beer. "Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.

They came out in a dim, damp basement - a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. 'You take me to the nicest places,' Claire said, and sneezed.

Amelie said, __ won__ be your servant in Morganville. Nor should you be mine. Equals._ She offered her hand to him, and he looked down at it, clearly taken aback. But he took it. __ow defend what is ours, my partner.__e grinned _ grinned! _ and whirled to meet Myrnin in midleap as Myrnin attacked.

I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it,seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Well, friend, I don__ know about your tastes, but I tend to like it very bloody,_ Myrnin said. He shifted position, dragging Claire along like a rag doll without any effort at all. __ave we been introduced?___robably not. Why, are you asking me out, sweetheart?___ou__e not my type, darling. Is this one yours?___o,_ Frank said, and looked at Shane, just in a quick flicker. __et__ say she__ a friend of the family.

Claire said. __ might be able to get him to stop._ __ho, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,_ Shane said. __ kind of worry.__he couldn__ help but smile. __eah?___ little bit.___hat__ _nice.__e studied her, and returned the smile. __eah,_ he said. __ind of is, actually.

I__ faster than the rest of you, if .. Because I__ a vampire,_ Michael said, and it was some kind of breakthrough for him to say that. __f you get in trouble, I__l be there.___ice,_ Shane said. ____ warming up to this bloodsucking thing, Mikey.___o, you__e not.___kay, no, I__ not, but right now let__ pretend I am.

Yes," he said. "I am sure. I double-checked everything after you went home yesterday. I even made a few improvements, just in case." The first part of that reassured her. The second part... not so much. "What kind of improvements?" "Oh, nothing, really. Mostly just streamlining. You really did very well; I certainly don't want you to think that I am one of those people who has to be in control all the- Oh, well, I suppose that's actually true- I do have to be in control all the time. But only because I am in charge, of course.

I think so,_ she [Claire] said. __ust watch your back, okay?_ __ah, Michael__ got mine._ He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.____e got yours.

I'm not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. "So I recall," she said. "Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some are wars of wills and ideas. It's good we both remember that." The smile faded. "But not all ideas win the war, and not all wills are strong enough. Darkness can descend so easily.

And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell." - Eve Rosser

Claire hated to say it, but she knew the answer, in her heart. __ecause he feels something for me, and he wanted to give me a chance to live. Like him. With him. But I refused.__hane turned and looked at her, a blank expression on his face that turned quickly into . . . something else. Claire was glad Myrnin had gotten out while he still could. __reat,_ he said. __ knew it.___t__ not like that. He____ She shook her head in frustration. __t__ not like he__ in love with me or anything; it__ more complicated than that. I don__ even think he understands it, exactly.___eah, he only loves you for your mind,_ Shane said...

I can handle Glory." "Can you?" Eve asked. "Because I notice you never call her Gloriana. Just Glory." He shut up. Which is probably about the only smart thing he can do, Claire thought.