Rachel Vincent Quotes & Sayings

So,would you say I'm closer to a zombie or a vampire? I gotta know - are my parts going to rot and fall off, or am I forever frozen in youthful perfection? — Rachel Vincent

Okay, you've primped enough. Now go bug someone else," Ethan said, shooing me out the door. "I have to clean the bathroom." "That should be interesting," I quipped. "Maybe I should stay and watch." "Maybe you should stay and help." Cupping one hand behind my ear, I grinned, pretending to listen. "I think I hear Marc calling. — Rachel Vincent

I frowned, gaping at the blond in disbelief. "You're the grim reaper?"
Tod glanced at me for the first time, his frown practically etched into place. "You were
expecting someone older? Taller? Maybe kind of gaunt and skeletal?"Contempt dripped from his words like acid. — Rachel Vincent

Nervous sweat gathered on my palms, and for once I was glad I couldn't talk. I swallowed, my throat clenching around the scream scalding me from the inside. The gray haze was darker now, though no thicker. I could see through it easily, yet it tainted everything my terrified gaze landed on , as if the entire gym had been draped in a translucent cloud of smog. And things still moved on the edge of my vision, drawing my eye first in one direction, then another .

I would have given anything to be able to speak in that moment, not just to warn Emma -
because that was evidently a moot point -
but to ask Nash what the hell was going on. Could he see what I saw? More important, could they see us? — Rachel Vincent

I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter. — Rachel Vincent

So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately? — Rachel Vincent

Have either of you seen your mother "
"Yeah " Ethan said and my heart actually skipped a beat.
But I should have known Ethan was joking. "Slim lady. Blue eyes and a gray pageboy " he continued his eyes glistening in appreciation of his own humor. "Answers to the name 'Mom'. — Rachel Vincent

You just turned down the woman who put a marshmallow duck in your hot chocolate. I hope you feel like a real asshole now. — Rachel Vincent

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon. — Rachel Vincent

Of every moment I've ever not-lived through, this one is the best — Rachel Vincent

I've had it with both of you." He pulled his own bag higher on one shoulder and turned to me. "You let me know when you decide what the hell you want from me. I love you, and I miss you, and I'll be waiting, whenever you're ready. But don't spy on me again. Ever." I nodded miserably as he twisted to face Sabine.
"And you! You come find me when you're ready to be my friend, because that's all I have to offer right now. But as badly as I need someone to talk to, I don't need another complication in my life. And as for the two of you!" He stepped away from us, already walking backward toward the school entrance. "Work it out. Or don't work it out. But leave me the hell out of it. — Rachel Vincent

I wasn't going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure. Until he was sure. Forever can be a very long time for a n=Bean sidhes, ans so far his track record looked more like the fifty-yard dash than the Boston marathon. — Rachel Vincent

What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it. — Rachel Vincent

You shouldn't talk about things you don't understand. Which should leave you pretty damn quiet. — Rachel Vincent

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot ... — Rachel Vincent

Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand. — Rachel Vincent

I had no desire to hear another woman tell my boyfriend how hot he was. If I wanted him to know, I'd damn well tell him myself. — Rachel Vincent

I will never marry you. I will never have sex with you voluntarily. And the day you touch me without permission will be the day you swallow your own testicles whole. Do you understand? — Rachel Vincent

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker. — Rachel Vincent

She won't serve her dish cold," the oracle mumbled, almost with giddy joy as chill bumps rose all over her skin. "And two graves won't be near enough... — Rachel Vincent

I wanted a do over. A time machine. That magic wand. But real life didn't have any easy outs, and very few happily-ever-afters. The real world was more like a Choose Your Own Adventure book, with most of the choices ripped out before you even opened the cover. — Rachel Vincent

He's not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart - — Rachel Vincent

Maybe I won't look so bad when you're not standing next to me. — Rachel Vincent

She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people? — Rachel Vincent

But love doesn't make sense, Brian. It isn't easy, and you can't just decide to feel it. If we were in love, we'd want to talk to each other all the time, even if all we do is argue. We'd be pulled toward each other any time we're in the same room. We'd have to fight the urge to touch each other, because we're not supposed to, but ultimately, we'd lose that fight because when it's love, it can't be helped. — Rachel Vincent

But I'd take a slashed throat over a broken neck any day. At least that way I'd get to bleed all over his shoes. One final fuck-you before I died. — Rachel Vincent

Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them. — Rachel Vincent

How did you do it?" I brought the teacup to my mouth for another sip. "How did you guide Sophie's soul? I thought you were a reaper."
"He's both," Nash said from behind me, and I turned just as he followed my father through the front door, pulling his long sleeves down one at a time. He and my dad had just loaded Aunt Val's white silk couch into the back of my uncle's truck, so he wouldn't have to deal with the bloodstains when he and Sohie got back from the hospital. "Tod is very talented."
Tod brushed the curl back from his face and scowled.
Harmony spoke up from the kitchen as the oven door squealed open. "Both my boys are talented."
"Both?" I repeated, sure I'd heard her wrong.
Nash sighed and slid onto the chair his mother had vacated, then gestured toward the reaper with one hand. "Kaylee, meet my brother, Tod. — Rachel Vincent

Because in most cases, I believe that people deserve a second chance. And because I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd stood by and let them both die souless, when I could have helped. — Rachel Vincent

At least you don't need a prescription for tequila. — Rachel Vincent

My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren't glitter, well, that only left one other option. — Rachel Vincent

He couldn't be serious. He was not accusing Marc of wanting me dead! If that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black, I'd ... I'd ... pound the shit out of the pot myself! — Rachel Vincent

I'm glad you think so. I've always considered my sense of humor to be largely underappreciated, so it's nice to finally meet a fan. — Rachel Vincent

I spent two hours trying to question reapers without sounding like I was questioning them. What do you think it says about us as a group, that every reaper I know is either irritable, egotistical, voyeuristic, or some combination of the three?"
"That you fit in well? — Rachel Vincent

Someday decades from now, when you and Sabine are hobbling around in your old-people pants and orthopedic shoes, yelling at grandchildren and reminiscing about the days when you could still see your feet, unimpeded by the view of your gut, I will still be basking in the glow of eternal youth, forever young, forever golden, forever - "
"In love with the face in the mirror and the sound of your own voice," I finished for him, and Nash laughed. — Rachel Vincent

You're a bitch."
"Yeah, I'm thinking of having that put on some business cards. — Rachel Vincent

When he finally stopped calling, the hush felt strange. It felt like the whole world went silent when Marc did, as if I could see peoples mouths moving, but I couldnt hear what they were saying. Like I'd gone deaf. — Rachel Vincent

Can I see it?"
He blinked, still scowling, "See what?"
"Your scar." His expression darkened like a sudden eclipse and I let my gaze grow cold. "You want to hear me scream? Give it your best shot. But until then, every time you take off your shirt, you may as well be handing out my business card. I shoved my blade deep inside you and loved every single inch of it. When I can't sleep at night, the memory of you screaming like a little bitch is my lullaby. And everybody knows exactly what that scar means- that you got your ass handed to you by a little girl. Again. — Rachel Vincent

Sophie glanced from me to Sabine, then back, scowling. "I'm not scared of her. I can handle myself."
"Yeah, and hissing kittens think they're badass too," Sabine said. — Rachel Vincent

He's like the Rasputin of reapers. — Rachel Vincent

Even before the withdrawal sets in, you'll do anything to get that feeling back, because as long as it lasts, nothing's wrong. It doesn't matter if you forget something, or lose something. Or if you fail someone. Nothing's wrong and everything feels good, and you never want it to end. — Rachel Vincent

It's suspiciously quiet in here, and there's a Tod shaped dent in the bean bag. For the sake of both my sanity and my temper, I'm going to pretend I can't tell that you're in his lap, so could you pretend that this is still my house and you are still my daughter, and I'm within my parental rights to kick your boyfriend out after 11:00 p.m.? — Rachel Vincent

Um, Faythe?" Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. "As my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt." His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. "While the look definitely works for me, I'm thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part. — Rachel Vincent

Why do you hang out with him?"
"We're teammates."
Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins. — Rachel Vincent

Oh, I'm sure you just slipped and fell, and your tongue landed in her mouth. Right? Happens to the best of us. — Rachel Vincent

I still loved Marc desperately and couldn't imagine life without him. Jace was ... something else. Something I could feel but couldn't articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn't been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait. — Rachel Vincent

But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves. — Rachel Vincent

This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn? — Rachel Vincent

My stomach flip-flopped, and I let his words play over in my head. "So, no costume?"
Tod shrugged. "Nah. Don't get me wrong - it's hot. But it's hot in an obvious kind of way. It's not really you."
I frowned. "Because I'm not obviously sexy?"
"Because you are obviously sexy. Some girls may need costumes to make guys want them, but I couldn't possibly want you more
than I do right now, no matter what you were wearing. Or not wearing."
I stared up at him. "How is it possible that every time you open your mouth, I - " fall more in love with you " - melt a little more? — Rachel Vincent

You two are cracked," Tod snapped.
My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star. — Rachel Vincent

Most aspects of my training didn't agree with me. There wasn't as much bossing around as I'd hoped for, and there was way too much following orders. — Rachel Vincent

Don't judge your future based on others' mistakes. — Rachel Vincent

Hang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy."
My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again."
"Wagons? — Rachel Vincent

I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart. — Rachel Vincent

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc. — Rachel Vincent

Wow. You guys are like a broken record. Don't you ever get tired of the whole 'knock 'em our and drag 'em back to the cave' routine? 'Cause I swear, Cro-Magnons were more subtle. — Rachel Vincent

So, what now? We're friends?
Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust. — Rachel Vincent

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert? — Rachel Vincent

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart. — Rachel Vincent

It's a side effect of the process. You know how they say the eyes are the windows to the soul?" he asked, and I swallowed thickly before nodding. I didn't like where this was headed. "Evidently they mean that literally. Once the soul is gone, there's nothing to see through the windows."
Nash whistled softly. "That has to be the weirdest thing I've ever seen." And that meant a lot coming from a bean sidhe.
"You want me to put the contact back in, don't you?" Addison cocked her head and gave him a small, eerie smile.
"That's be great, thanks." Nash nodded decisively.
-Tod, Nash and Addison talking about her blank white eyes — Rachel Vincent

Want me to come?" Tod ran his hand up my back, over my shirt. "If you keep her busy, I could convert the filing system from 'alphabetical' to 'most deserving of psychiatric help.'" He leaned closer, and I knew no one else would hear whatever came out of his mouth next. "I've been meaning to make some special notations in Nash's file anyway. Imagine the level of help he could receive if they knew the root of his recent academic decline was a deep-seated fear of the letter Q." I laughed. I couldn't help it. And though everyone else at the table looked curious, no one asked what Tod had said. They were finally starting to learn. "Thanks, but it's hard enough to take grief counseling seriously without you singing 'Living Dead Girl' at the top of your lungs behind the counselor's back. — Rachel Vincent

You know, the only thing worse than a self-righteous virgin is a self-righteous fake virgin. — Rachel Vincent

People weren't just angry about it. They were still afraid. Fear is a powerful, often irrational emotion, and mass fear... has the power to shake any society to its core. As long as the world remembered, they would live in fear of all cryptids-- regardless of whether or not any individual among us was truly dangerous.

Of course, not everyone supported stripping cryptids of all right. But dissenters were few among a dangerous and violent many, and most ignored the problem.

Submission was the only solution they could conceive of to fix my problem. But with the imprint of Clyde's fist still throbbing in my stomach I was less interested in fixing a problem than in becoming one. — Rachel Vincent

Pain ripped through my leg, and I knew from the powerful scent and the disturbing warmth that my blood was flowing freely. I kicked instinctively with my left leg, and followed that with another blow from the shovel, this one powered by anger, as well as fear. And to my extreme satisfaction, that bastard hobbled away from me with a dislocated shoulder, mewling like a newborn kitten.
Meow, meow, motherfucker. — Rachel Vincent

I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind. — Rachel Vincent

We haven't met ... I'm Kori Daniels. If you don't get that gun out of my face, I'm gonna take it, then I'm gonna break your jaw so I can unhinge it and shove your pistol down your throat. That way the bullet goes through the long way. — Rachel Vincent

Nash has been the sun lighting up the horizon of my life, outshining everything else in my world. I'd thought once that he was to good to be true. Turns out I was right. — Rachel Vincent

Survival strategy. If you're not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee's like bait for the beasts. — Rachel Vincent

And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca."
"A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy."
"It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie."
"On purpose? — Rachel Vincent

It's your turn to talk," Tod said when several seconds had elapsed in pensive, angry silence from the hellion. "Negotiation is like playing tennis with words instead of balls. I thought you'd be better at this, considering your apparent lack of balls. — Rachel Vincent

I'm not seeing a strong father-son relationship here, Alex. You two make Anakin and Luke look like Andy and Opie. — Rachel Vincent

But more than any of that, I was thankful for the possibility he'd shown me: that a man really could love a woman enough that he'd do anything to protect her. That's how much Tod loved Addy.
That's how much I wanted Nash to love me. — Rachel Vincent

If I love you more than you love me, I'm as good as dead. Yet I can't make myself take it back. I can't just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I'm dying inside. — Rachel Vincent

What have you eaten today?"
"Humble pie, my own words, and a little crow. All three taste like shit. — Rachel Vincent

Alec licked his spoon, then set it on the table and popped his drink open. "Okay, I may be breaking some kind of girl bonding rule or something, but can I offer you a guy's perspective on this?"
I frowned, my spoon halfway to my mouth. "Is this gonna make me want to hit you?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. But it's the truth. Here goes: kissing back is an instinct. Unless the girl smells like a sewer or has tentacles feeling you up independently, a guy's first instinct is to kiss back. That's how it works. What's important is how long that kissing back lasted. So ... how long? — Rachel Vincent

Holy silicone suppository, Batman!" Ethan said, grinning. Dan snorted, Parker coughed to disguise a laugh, and I glared at them all. "What?" My brother shrugged defensively. "That's what it looks like. — Rachel Vincent

You'll have to give me a minute here. Gravity's a real bitch this morning.
Ian to Kori — Rachel Vincent

What are you gonna say?" Emma asked. " 'I'm not sure I want you back, but I'm sure I don't want your ex-con ex-girlfriend to have you, either'? Yeah. That'll start this little triangle off on the right foot. — Rachel Vincent

Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly. — Rachel Vincent

Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, and I wanted to kiss her to show her that sometimes you don't need words. Sometimes they only get in the way, and you end up talking yourself out of things you need. People you want. — Rachel Vincent

I don't even like regular plants. Except for corsages and long-stemmed roses ... and those only hurt when they don't show up. — Rachel Vincent

She stared down into her coffee, as if she had more to say, but the words had fallen into the mug and were now too soggy to use. — Rachel Vincent

Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust. "I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though."
Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer."
"There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted. — Rachel Vincent

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us. — Rachel Vincent

I'm confiscating your hair dryer - you've fried your brain. — Rachel Vincent

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods, — Rachel Vincent

If Eastlake High School were the universe, I would be one of the moons circling Planet Emma, constantly hidden by her shadow, and glad to be there. Nash Hudson would be one of the stars: too bright to look at, too hot to touch and at the center of his own solar system. — Rachel Vincent

Your mortal attachments are like a puppet's strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper! — Rachel Vincent

But all I said, as I dug a five from my pocket to pay for my soda, was, "You have a friend?" Tod scowled. "Well, I wouldn't call him a friend according to the traditional definition, but in the sense that he imposes on me constantly and isn't afraid to point out my flaws, I'd say he qualifies." "Sounds more like a cousin. — Rachel Vincent

Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming — Rachel Vincent

But wanting something didn't give one the right to have it. — Rachel Vincent

If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like. — Rachel Vincent

I got claws and I am not afraid to use them... — Rachel Vincent

Sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor. — Rachel Vincent

I don't believe every cryptid should be allowed to roam free, just like I don't believe every human should be allowed to roam free. We have psychos, too. People kill their coworkers. Kids kill their classmates. Parents kill their own children. Those people are every bit as monstrous as the worst cryptid predator you can ever point to, yet they're human, just like we are. — Rachel Vincent

I always knew my sexual prowess has the power to save lives." "You can turn anything into an ego boost, can't you?" "I have a healthy sense of my own worth. But I have an even better sense of yours." "Aww ... — Rachel Vincent

Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it."
"You'd be surprised how many people don't. — Rachel Vincent

You think I need to be rescued?"
"I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get banged up. — Rachel Vincent

So what did you do?" I repeated.
"I hit Sophie on the back of the head with a universal remote. This thing was huge. It's like a cell phone from the '90s."
"You were supposed to get rid of Avari without hurting the host!"
"Yeah, I didn't get that memo. Maybe next time you should be a little more specific when you boss me around while I'm saving your ass. Though, frankly, this whiny little shrew is lucky she only has one bump, 'cause she's had this coming for a while."
-Kaylee and Tod — Rachel Vincent

That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped.
"That's not true." Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza. — Rachel Vincent