Katherine Pine Quotes & Sayings

Don't worry about it. He's just moody because it's been about nine months since he's gotten laid, and he thinks I'm going to get some tonight."
I almost choked on the pancakes.
Oz put his hand on his belly and looked down. "Don't make that face." He tried unsuccessfully to keep himself from laughing. "I know it's not happening. Besides, I don't you well enough yet. You could be scary."
I forced the uncooperative bite of pancake down my throat. "You think I'm scary?" I squealed. "I hope you realize this is coming from the guy who said he wasn't human. — Katherine Pine

The only customers they'd get on a day like this were lunatics
well, lunatics and hopeless romantics with a fetish for the smell of dusty old books, which in their eyes probably amounted to the same thing. — Katherine Pine

I don't care about my safety, I just care about you." I realized my mistake the moment the words left my lips. "You're so selfish, sister. And it's worse because you don't even realize how cruel you are. — Katherine Pine

If you think your desires are selfish or cruel, hate yourself. If you think the world unjust, then hate your god. — Katherine Pine

This wonderful, sexy, funny guy was completely psychotic. And I was still holding his hand.
Even more surprisingly, I still didn't want to let go. — Katherine Pine

I actually huffed. "Do not make me result to underhanded measures."
It was the wrong thing to say. He gave me a devastating smile. "Oh, I definitely wouldn't mind. — Katherine Pine

There's nothing worse than worried, old women who are eager to 'help.' It took ten minutes to get rid of them. They fed me cake because 'sugar gets the blood running.' They argued over the number of pillows that should prop up my head, as if there were some magic number that would miraculously cure my mysterious ailments. — Katherine Pine

A man killing himself in the pursuit of his dreams is no different in a moth flying into a flame. — Katherine Pine

Longing did not even begin to describe the dark, blissful, almost painful feeling that rose within me. It was as if I was truly melting into him. — Katherine Pine

I kinda looked like a wanna-be Goth chick, or an unfortunate Persian girl in a Gothic romance who was wasting away from Tuberculosis. But that was alright. Oz had mentioned he wasn't human. He was probably into that sort of thing. — Katherine Pine

My breath caught in my chest. Misunderstood artsy types weren't supposed to smile like that. They were supposed to glance at others condescendingly and ooze sarcastic witticisms. I felt like this guy was going to wiggle his eyebrows and ask me to wrassle — Katherine Pine

Then he was on his knees in front of me. "Come here Princess," he cooed.
My pulse spiked. I wondered if I should slap him or "come here." Then I realized he was talking to the cat. — Katherine Pine

He grinned. "You're easy, I like that."
I didn't really have a response. I guess I was easy. — Katherine Pine

He just stared at me.
"Stop looking at me like that," I begged.
Immediately he changed the angle at which he looked at me.
I wanted to scream at him. — Katherine Pine

He was like a knife, all harsh angles and violent promises. — Katherine Pine

Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration. — Katherine Pine

Nothing could kill a conversation quite like fighting back tears after you're asked a simple question. — Katherine Pine

I didn't want to think about it. Indulging someone's insanity like this couldn't be healthy. — Katherine Pine

She's the one I told you about. Everyone is looking for her. Lucifer wants her. — Katherine Pine

Maybe this kind of devotion is sinful," I continued. "Perhaps it was even the origin of sin. But you and I are already damned. — Katherine Pine

Oz closed his eyes and grit his teeth. For a few minutes I thought he wouldn't say anything at all, just haul me over his shoulder and lock me in the back room. I hugged Princess for protection. Claws, Princess! Start hissing! I've pet you for hours, now protect me! But she didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Groggily, she licked my chin and began to purr into my neck, as if I'd clung to her for dear life simply for her own benefit. — Katherine Pine

Well, I have my angel
"
"Yes, let's place our faith in that sparkling 'Frisbee' because he's done so much to help you already. — Katherine Pine

Well, you can't be a vampire." I struggled to make it sound like I was teasing, not feverishly wishing. "You're not sparkling. — Katherine Pine

Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance. — Katherine Pine

I actually really don't want to know," I admitted. "Up until a few seconds ago I had a lot of illusions about you being this incredible, sane guy and I'd like to keep them, but I'm not going to be satisfied until I do."
"Fine then, I won't tell you."
I planted my face in my palm and sighed. "It doesn't matter how crazy this is, I'm going to be thinking about it all night."
He gave me a purely demonic grin. "Then I definitely won't tell you. "
My eyes narrowed. "That's nothing to be proud of."
"And why wouldn't I be proud of keeping a pretty girl up all night?" He chuckled and chewed on a French fry.
My face and the back of my neck burned. He had to be joking. No one could say something so horrifying and then eat a French fry. Supernatural beings didn't like fast food, I was sure of it. This was all an elaborate hoax and I just hasn't picked up on it yet. It had to be, and even if it wasn't I would pretend it was. Pretend until it became true. — Katherine Pine

Oz suddenly looked very guilty. "About that. Um, that's because I marked you last night."
My smile froze on my cheeks, making my face ache. "What?"
He suddenly found the half-eaten pancakes on his plate fascinating. "While you were sleeping on the couch, I rolled you over and ... "
The blood left my face. "What exactly does marking someone entail?"
"Nothing so bad. I just bit your back."
"You bit me?"
"Yeah. I injected some venom into your bloodstream that would make you feel better around me. I like holding your hand but I didn't think it was very practical."
I lifted my shirt, pulled down my pants, and almost fell over. My lower back looked ... it looked ... "You gave me a festering tramp stamp?" I shrieked.
"You don't think it's cute? — Katherine Pine