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You are not my high school crush, idiot.” “Great. I can die happy, then.

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Rachel Caine
Age: 58 †
Born: 1962
Born: April 27
Died: 2020
Died: November 1
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Julie Fortune
Roxanne Longstreet Conrad
Roxanne Longstreet
Roxanne Conrad
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Meditate?” I took my head out from under the pillow, shook dark hair back from my face, and rolled over on my side to look at him. “Excuse me, but the closest I ever got to having a spiritual awakening was dating a yoga instructor. Once.
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He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.
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Don’t,” Michael said. It was soft, and it was a warning, through and through. “You try to hurt her again and I’ll pull your arm off.
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I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.
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Crosses? Definitely Why? Because they're evil, soulless, bloodsucking fiends? So was my sixth-grade gym teacher, but he wasn't afraid of a cross.
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It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.
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He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
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Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.
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I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device.
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This won't stop her from getting elected, Shane said. Stupider people get elected all the time. It's America. We love the sleazy. And the crazy. I would like to think better of us, Claire said, but yeah. You're right.
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You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
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I'm still alive. And I'm still fabulous.
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I’m saying a prayer. Maybe you ought to, too. It’s going to take us a miracle to get through this.” Whether he was serious or not, Claire sent the prayer up toward heaven, and she thought the others did, too. So it seemed kind of miraculous when the doorbell rang. “At least they’re getting more polite when they try to kill us,” Shane said.
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Is this your bedroom? she asked, and turned to look at him. Myrnin straightened and jammed the big red floppy hat back on his head. The feathers waved back and forth. Don't get any ideas, he said. I'm far too young and innocent for that kind of thinking.
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Science is a method, not a religion, yet it can be just as close-minded. Open minds here Claire. Always open minds. Question everything, accept nothing as fact until you prove it for yourself.
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See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede! Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!
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...I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-
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Michael patted him on the shoulder. “I like this plan,” he said. “You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can’t even say a word. Should be tons of fun.” Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in return—no fangs, which was probably for the best.
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Define better with that guy. Not all fangs and raaaaar.
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When giants fought, ants were crushed.
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