Quotes by Karen Chance

When good Americans die, they go to Paris, the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?

How did you hear about that?Are you kidding me? So far, I had that runt Kyle-I hate him. I hate all vamps. That complete toad, Michael--tell me you were pregnant by a vamp-kidnnaped me and-Kyle said WHAT?and then a member of the Domi shows up and informs me-The Domi sent someone HERE?-that youre actually pregnant by the late king of the Fey.Late?! Heidar squeaked.

Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in? He swallowed hard. Hell, that was just a warm-up.

He wasnt that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

This isnt sex.I blinked. Oh. Then what is it?An emergency!I started to argue and then thought twice about it. Considering what Mircea would do to Pritkin if he ever found out about this...Yeah. Emergency sounded good.

Success. I turned back to my sandwich, only to find that it wasn’t there anymore. Maybe because it had been hijacked. “Give me that!” I told the vamp, who was holding it firmly against his chest, a determined look on his face. “What ees zat?” he demanded, eyeing my prize. “Cheese.” I held it up. “Zat ees not cheese.” “How do you know?” “Eet is orange.” “A lot of cheese is orange.” “Non! No cheese ees that color. Cheese comes from zee milk. Zee milk, eet ees white. When ’ave you seen milk that looks like zat?” I held up the square of little slices and pointed at the bold-faced label. “Processed American Cheese.” He snatched the package, without letting go of his hostage. And eyed it warily. “Eet says ‘cheese food.’” He looked up, obviously perplexed. “What ees thees? Zee cheese, it does not eat.

I remember watching an old Dracula movie once with Alphonse and having him laugh himself sick at the sight of a vamp only a few days out of the grave supposedly raising another one.Hed been impossible for weeks afterwards,mercilessly teasing all the weaker vamps in court about the three-day-old baby that was more powerful than them.

Louis-Cesare and Ray were in trouble.I could tell because I could see them, not clearly, but in fits and starts, little glimmers like a couple of ghosts, if ghosts made oh shit faces on the one hand agitated French gestures on the other. And that sort of shit wasnt going to go unnoticed for long.Aaaaand it didnt.

A gentleman would have announced himself!” I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. “And a scoundrel would have joined you.”-- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)

I wasnt entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

I’m driving,” Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he’d done it a hundred times. “You’re drunk.”I wished. “I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.”“If you needed water, why didn’t you drink water?”“I don’t like water.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris, the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.

Fresh blood at midnight isnt red. Its a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.

I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn’t smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.

The only good thing was that by midnight, even most of the bums had gone home to sleep it off. That was lucky for them, because Ray was the worst damn driver I’d ever seen. And that was after I jerked his head out of the duffel and parked it on the dashboard.“Gah! That makes it worse!” he told me, as I tried to get the eyes facing forward.“How can it possibly be worse?”“Because I got double vision now! Get it off! Get it off!”He batted at his own head and succeeded in sending it tumbling into Christine’s lap. She immediately went into hysterics and slapped it away. The head fell out of the car; Ray hit the brakes and we came to a screeching halt.“What are you doing?” I screeched, as he hopped out. “There are people firing at us!”“Tough!” came from somewhere under the car.

“They- He stopped and just blinked at me for a minute. You know, people are always saying that youre cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell em, no, shes okay. Shes got some...anger management issues. But you know what? Theyre right. Youre nuts.”

“Great. Id been dumped in Hells waiting room.”

“Its about time! Its supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.”

“If Id had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldnt allow me even a tiny chance of escape.”

“The most temptation Id experienced had been with Tomas, the Senates spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.”