They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels. — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
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. — 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
