Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it? — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
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… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
“People don’t really want to know anything about you. They just want to put you into their little preordained slots. They decide what you… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
Graves: It’s going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one’s free. — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
“Hearing wulfen howl is... well, it's horrible. The sound is glassy, hovering at the upper ranges of hearing, and it's full of paws on… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
Jesus, you've got a death wish." "Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid. — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm opened up… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
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,… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
