Eliza Crewe Quotes & Sayings

I'm pretty durable, but concrete and I have faced off before. While I didn't die, I wouldn't say I won, either. — Eliza Crewe

And, like Christmas, Armand has brought gifts. But he is no fat, sweet Santa Claus who rewards the nice; he is the Lord of Misrule, the Abbot of Unreason in charge of scandalous fun. — Eliza Crewe

They fight with a bloodthirstiness I wouldn't expect outside a maximum-security prison or suburban PTA meeting. — Eliza Crewe

I eye the three of them, considering. They'll need a lesson in discretion before I go. Not a lethal lesson. Mom wouldn't like that. — Eliza Crewe

My hands twitch and wiggle.
Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, "Sit on your hands."
She can't be serious. As if my butt would stop my hands even if it could. Does she not realize it's in league with the rest of me? — Eliza Crewe

Rotten boys with their rotten eyes with their ridiculous rotten eyelashes. They suck a girl in, a pair of Venus fly-traps. No, Venus eye-traps. — Eliza Crewe

It's illegal, you know," he murmurs. "Stealing."
I clear my throat. "Stealing?"
"My heart. I could have you arrested."
I snort. "For that tiny thing? I'd get a misdemeanor at most. — Eliza Crewe

Like any fatherless child, I've wondered about the man responsible for the glory that is me. Needless to say, it's disappointing to learn he's the kind who'd probably eat his young. — Eliza Crewe

And, lastly, there's a small pack of wide-eyed innocents in awe of my Beacon-ness who follow me around expecting me to perform a miracle any minute. Sometimes I screw up my face like I'm trying. Or constipated. — Eliza Crewe

Crush! Kill! And above all - cackle! — Eliza Crewe

Samson's tapping feet come closer, but again he pauses and knocks on a door. I don't mind. The pauses make it better. They make me wonder whether he's going to come to me, like the anticipation before a kiss. Will he or won't he?

But this is not a love story. — Eliza Crewe

My teeth rip skin; my jaws snap bones. I am fast, lightning-fast, snuff - oh-was-that-your-life? - oh-was-that-your-life? - fast. — Eliza Crewe

Those of us who live with twisted bits like to think we can overcome them. — Eliza Crewe

They claim revenge is a dish best served cold, but I've found it to be equally delicious hot - not unlike fried chicken. — Eliza Crewe

Naivety is cured with time. Stupidity is terminal. — Eliza Crewe

As parties go, the food is good but the hosts are complete assholes. — Eliza Crewe

Colton suspects we're not just children, that we are, in fact, the terrifying things that go bump in the night. But, no, that's wrong. Not things that bump. Bumps are clumsy and inelegant. They are sounds made by creatures not at home in the darkness. I don't bump. I crunch in the night. I crack; I splatter; I splash. But I never, ever bump. — Eliza Crewe

I suppose it should bother me to be so hated but, without it, I wouldn't have the delight of torturing them with my presence. What can I say? My cheerful spirit can't help but spot silver linings. — Eliza Crewe

Maybe the problem is that demons belong with demons. Because they're both takers. One takes from the other but she doesn't miss it because she's taking just as much from him. Like children with straws in each other's milkshakes." He pauses. "They would be as sneaky and mean in love as they are in everything else; but they'd also both be full and happy. — Eliza Crewe

What do you say to your best friend when you stand at the gates of the gates of hell? Nothing. If it's your best friend, she already knows. — Eliza Crewe

Some might call me a "tease", but don't believe it. "Tease" implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That's bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess with his head)? Is it because he's a man?
In that case I must object on principle. Superhero Meda establishing gender-equality one almost-kiss at a time! — Eliza Crewe

Turns out I'm only 'mom-special'. Special like a snowflake is special. Special like a school kid on honor roll. — Eliza Crewe

They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat. — Eliza Crewe

But I am not sick, or crazy, or broken.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash. — Eliza Crewe

I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. "Be good, Meda." Good, good, good, good, good. The word plays in a loop until it means nothing. I've been good and they refuse to feed me. I've been good and they won't train me. I've been good and they changed the locks. I've been good and they want to send me away. — Eliza Crewe

But worries are for people who can't pull grown men apart with their bare hands. — Eliza Crewe

They studied the phenomenon at Harvard." "They studied soul-stealing at Harvard?" "What else do you think they do in business school? In any case, it's called the Ikea effect." "As in furniture? — Eliza Crewe

He moves and my eyes snap open, freezing him in place. "You're right. I am like you." I breathe, then shake my head very slowly, holding his eyes. "But that doesn't help you any. — Eliza Crewe

A loyal demon? Who knew," Jo jeers, and I want to hit her.
"No," Armand's voice lashes out. "It's predictably selfish. — Eliza Crewe

Ah well, no rest for the wicked and all that. I'll just have to kill him myself. — Eliza Crewe

Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done. — Eliza Crewe

I'm pretty sure Jo couldn't talk about the weather without somehow including a threat. Forecast today: cloudy with a chance I'll kick your ass. — Eliza Crewe

Oooooh, don't make her mad!" the leader gasps around his laughter. — Eliza Crewe

Forget them, Meda. Forget her." He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, tugging it toward him. "I like you as you are. Good, evil, whatever. All I care about is that you're alive. Please, Meda. — Eliza Crewe

You don't have to be a doormat to be good. Even good people are allowed self-defense. — Eliza Crewe

He doesn't back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. "I would do all that and more." His tone betrays a carefully restrained ferocity, and I see in him, shifting and fluttering, behind his eyes the monster I've always known is there. It makes my breath catch, the beautiful horror of it. He doesn't try to hide it, if anything he leans in closer, filling my vision until he fills the world. Him and his dark devil's eyes. — Eliza Crewe

I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls. — Eliza Crewe

You're my best friend?' I'm horrified. — Eliza Crewe

You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature. This isn't Beauty and the Beast where my kiss would transform the monster to a prince. If anything, it's Shrek, and his kiss brings out the ogre in me. — Eliza Crewe

Jo turns towards me. Her voice is calm but now I see her eyes blaze in a holy hazel fire. She doesn't want to die, but she will, for what she believes in. I need new friends. — Eliza Crewe

I nod and wave to my enemies like Miss America, pausing to blow kisses at the worst of them as I work my way across the cafeteria with a plate loaded with horridly healthy food. — Eliza Crewe

What a foolish thing, the human heart, being both fragile and reckless. No wonder we spend such an inordinate amount of time in pain. — Eliza Crewe

No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full of entreaty, as if he were saying: please, please let me come murder the molester with you. How do you say "no" to eyes like those? They are a magical combination of sex and puppy.
Better than it sounds, I promise. — Eliza Crewe

Sometimes bad things need to be reminded they're not the only ones who can bite. — Eliza Crewe

Chi's faith means nothing, because it has nothing to do with me. Chi's faith is blind. He doesn't see me. But Jo does.

Jo always has. — Eliza Crewe

5 stars = If I weren't taken, I'd marry this book and have its delightful little book babies.

4 stars = goin' steady (or whatever you crazy kids call it these days). So good I'd read it again.

3 stars = A great, one-time fling. I enjoyed it but it probably won't be a reread.

2 stars and below = The pretty thing didn't make it past the pick-up line. I don't rate these because I don't finish them. — Eliza Crewe

Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they're appallingly restrictive.
No, Meda, you can't leave campus.
No, Meda, you know we have a curfew.
No, Meda, you can't eat that guy. — Eliza Crewe

Your death, strange human. I mean, your injury. No murder, just a little maiming. So I can leave. Maiming's not so bad. — Eliza Crewe

The cold never bothers me when I'm filled with the hot soup of bad souls. Nevertheless I make a show of shivering. Chi strips off his leather vest and I hold it as he peels off his hoodie, pulling his shirt up with it. I get an eyeful of carved six-pack abs and bite back a whistle. Demon-hunting must be good for the physique. The looks of an angel and yet all it makes me want to do is sin. — Eliza Crewe

You said you'd cooperate."
I knew I'd regret my promise, just not quite this soon. "You don't wear pink!"
"Yeah, well, no one thinks I'm in league with the devil."
She shoves it into my chest. I narrow my eyes. "I do. — Eliza Crewe