S.M. Reine Quotes

“The question isn't "Why do we die?" The question is "Why do we live?”

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“Dying is as natural as being born, and all of us have to face it someday. Some sooner than others. It's difficult to understand the meaning of it all. The question isn't, 'Why do we die?' The correct question is, 'Why do we live?”

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“So what, you assumed you'd show up before the dance and I'd magically be ready to go? I need warning to get beautiful.”

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“Getting shot was an experience that Elise ranked on the "unpleasantness" scale right around "trying to survive a week without coffee.”

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“You've taken so many drugs that you couldn't legally operate a pair of safety scissors.”

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“When she released him, James looked stunned. "Still?" She suppressed a swell of sadness. "Always.”

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“No sex. No taking care of her pack. No physical activity at all.
Being pregnant was definitely much, much worse than being a werewolf.”

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“What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature?”

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“Never talk to them when they're human, or they'll trick you. You'll get confused and sympathetic. That was what his mom always said. She was probably right. Last time he talked to a werewolf, he ended up dating her.”

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“They were twin beasts in the night, swift and sleek and growling. With her body arched over the moonlight-soaked motorcycle, her thighs welded to metal and leather, Elise felt like she and the bike had become a single animal-another member of Rylie's pack, restricted only to where the wheels could take her.”

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“He jumped at her. It was a pathetic escape attempt. He was so slow that he didn't get far. Elise caught up to him in three long strides and slammed the back of his head into the”

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“James was a good twenty years old and several inches taller-it shouldn't have been a fight at all. But”

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“The fjord was frozen solid,”

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“Wow. Talk about humbling.”

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People say time machines don't exist, but they do. They're your friends, and being around them takes you right back to that place in time you had long since put away.

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“She wished that the werewolves had picked someone-anyone-other than Levi to represent the pack at their meeting while Abel was in mourning. Someone who was slightly less of an idiot.”

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Three months earlier ... Empty buses idled in the parking lot at the bottom of Gray Mountain. Almost everyone had

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“I don't, but angels and demons colluded to wipe shapeshifters off the face of the Earth for a reason." Elise clenched her fists. "And Rylie would have wanted it like that. Any protests?”

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“Without the baggy clothes or oven mitts, she looked less like a cute young housewife and more like something that had crawled out of Hell.”

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“Remind me to never visit the Arctic Ocean during winter again,”

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Sometimes things that are worth having are worth fixing up. Not everything comes in perfect condition, but it doesn't mean it's not the right one for you.

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“He had a Cro-Magnon forehead, a weak jaw, sagging jowls. Chunks of his cheeks looked like they had been bitten away by rodents. He could have been smiling and looked like a gargoyle.”

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“Elise didn't hesitate to punch her hand into a man's chest to pulverize a demon eyeball, but a batch of burned cookies could bring her to her knees.”

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“We don't got anyone better.”

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“Elise didn't listen the corpse as James emptied his stomach a few feet away.”

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Familiar voice said softly behind her. She didn't say anything back. She snuggled into

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Punching holes the size of dogs

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“In the beginning, there was the earth, formless and empty. Darkness hung over the surface of the deep. And then there was light. It spilled over the waters, vast and powerful, and its creation severed the unity that had come before. This light was a separate entity from the darkness. Something novel and cruelly different. The spirits called it "day." Its opposite was called "night." Between them was evening and morning-the First Day. This division marked the end of peace in the universe. Everything has been pretty much fucked up since then.”

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“Buggy eyes supported her theory that there might be something off about her”

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“Her eyes were darkened pits of fury. She had become the spirit of vengeance itself, barely contained by human flesh.”

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“Her room was like a cage, but it was better than the city.”

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“The little girl smiled. The spaces in between her teeth were dark with blood. Aside from that, she was kind of cute.”

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Well, getting up a tree is a piece of cake. But I can testify to the fact that going down is no easy feat. Now I knew why cats got stuck in them and needed a fireman to come to their rescue. Of course, having seen some of the sexy local firemen in their gear, I'd pretend to be stuck in a tree too.

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“Rifle at Rylie. He stared at her down the barrel, meeting her reflective golden gaze. She was a beautiful wolf, much more slender than Jericho, and more”

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“1. The End of Summer The moon rose high in the sky. Rylie's veins pulsed with its power. It pressed against her bones, strained against her muscles, and fought to erupt from her flesh. A wolf's howl broke the silence of the night. It called to her, telling her to change. "No," she whimpered, digging fingernails into her shins hard enough to draw blood. "No." Rylie burned. The fire was going to consume her. The moon called her name, but it would be the end of her humanity if she obeyed it. She would never see her family again. She would never see her friends or graduate high school. Rylie might not die, but her life would be over. Yet if she didn't change, the boy she loved would die at the jaws of the one who changed her. Rylie had to lose him or lose her entire life. But was love worth becoming a monster?”

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“Could tell by the trail of drool connecting her lips to the back of her wrist.”

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“Forward, and he tried to get to his feet again, but his leg collapsed”

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“Adam's lineage came through one of Eleanor's husbands-Seth's father,”

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“Just because you boys are willing to work off the books doesn't mean that I am," Suzy rasped. "First time one of you did that, I ended up in a Union detention center. And now getting mauled by a creepy little demon? No. I'm not writing up the justification for this. If you don't like it, then you can suck my giant monster dick." "Monster dick?" Fritz echoed dryly. "Well, isn't today full of revelations?”

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“Do you think He can see when one of my gloves is off?”

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“Anthony massaged his left thumb with his right, scraping off blood he couldn't remember bleeding. Brown clouds swirled down the drain.”

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She wore leather pants, a long-sleeved shirt open over a tank top, and enough guns and knives to make her look like a pissed-off Ninja Turtle.

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Her lip curled over her fangs. He tried to get onto his

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Gotten a good look at her face. But they didn't recognize her as Stark's cohort. They must not have been big on reading blogs or watching the news. Deirdre took the camera. "Sure. Where's the button?" He quickly showed her how to operate it, and Deirdre stepped back to get both of them in the frame. The camera had a telephoto lens. She aimed it at the top of the building, zooming in so that she could look at the skeletal upper levels, where they were preparing to moor a visiting dirigible. With such fantastic zoom, she could see that there were OPA guards in black suits waiting to receive the airship.

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“Knowledge given was not as valuable as knowledge discovered on one's own,”

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“My ability to get shocked has eloped with my sanity and run away to Africa.”

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“Inhaler. Rylie crept around a tree, peering into the darkness. Maybe it was a deer or something. If that's you, Amber, you better hope I don't find you. I'll-I'll beat you”

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No, you're just old. You've seen everything." "Not so old that I can't still kick your ass, girl," Gwyn said.

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“They don't need our help." "They don't need it. But we can sit here and watch TV shows, or we can go get into trouble. What do you think, Suze? Feel up to raiding a ritual sacrifice featuring twelve pimply teenagers and some filet mignon?" A smile blossomed on Suzy's lips. "This job," she said with a lot more fondness than she had before. "This fucking job." Damn straight.”

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“None of that "the day is over, now I can chill in front of my Firefly DVDs for the seventeenth time" warmth.”

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