Faythe Sanders Quotes & Sayings

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

We would not have hurt the child, even if she is our natural enemy. Nor would we have hurt you, if it could be helped. Finn was killed by a male cat, and in exchange for that information, we also agreed to try to remove the female cats from your encampment before the true melee begins.
Melee?! Were these ninja birds? Green Berets with feathers? — 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

Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It's what I cling to when everything else - everyone else - slips right between my grasping fingers. — Rachel Vincent

I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome. — Rachel Vincent

Justice is for the victim." Kick. "Vengeance is for the survivor. — Rachel Vincent

I sobbed again, and this time my father chuckled. "What's so funny?" I demanded, tilting my head when my cheek got his coat wet.
"You didn't cry when Kevin Mitchell broke your arm, or when you got stabbed in the hip the last time we were here. But boy troubles are still enough to reduce you to tears. — 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

He went down like a cheerleader after prom. — Rachel Vincent

Five toms bound and gagged. One ruptured scrotum ... — Rachel Vincent

I want you. I want you so badly I can't stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn't truly see anything. Couldn't feel anything. — 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 give it a fifty-fifty chance of total failure. If Kai refuses to repay a debt he legitimately owes, he'll be dishonoured in front of his entire Flight. Thunderbirds always avenge their dead, honour their word, and pay their debts. Those seem to be the only laws they have." Based on what little time I'd spent with them.
Marc frowned. "It's the 'legitimately owes' part that worries me."
"Thus the fifty-fifty shot of failure." I stared up at the nest, watching for any sign of activity. "It all depends on whether or not I'm able to bullshit him into thinking he owes us."
"The odds are always in your favour when bullshit's involved." Jace grinned, and I couldn't help returning his smile. — Rachel Vincent

And the council doesn't recognize any kind of temporary insanity defense. Which was a real shame, because most of the councilmen had considered me crazy for most of my life. — Rachel Vincent

We need you to do some reconnaissance. A simple flyby over our ranch. All you have to do is count the cars and tell us how many men you see hanging around the property."
Kai shook his head without a moment's hesitation. "Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming."
I blinked, but for a long moment, his words made no sense. Not the refusal. The part about cannibalizing my theoretical future child. "Well, isn't that ... gruesome? Who are you, Rumpelstiltskin?"
Kai frowned, as if I made no sense to him. "No thunderbird would claim a name so senselessly flamboyant. — Rachel Vincent

Will there be enough to go around, or must we compete for our kills?"
"Unfortunately, I suspect there will be plenty, but that really depends on how many of you are willing to come." And that's when I lost track of who was speaking. They called out from everywhere, having apparently forgotten I was even there.
"All of us!"
"We will all go ... "
"It's only far ... "
"Someone must stay with the children ... "
"Someone must stay to hunt ... "
"Then we'll draw quills. Feathers into the pile! The twenty drawn will go and fight!"
"Wait!" I had to shout to be heard. "Don't you want the details?"
Kai frowned, one of the few birds paying me any attention. "No. We want the fight, and the feast."
"No! I said there will be no feasting! It's a war, not a f***ing dinner banquet!" I threw up my hands in exasperation.
Mentioning war to a Flight of thunderbirds was evidently like dangling candy in front of a class full of children! Ruthless, deadly children ... — Rachel Vincent

I want everyone to get plenty of rest tonight, because tomorrow, we make plans to bury the new council chair. And don't worry about the shovel shortage," I said, glancing from face to determined face. "Because Calvin Malone has dug his own grave. — Rachel Vincent

You think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled 'Evidence Here!'? He's a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote! — Rachel Vincent

Why is this so hard?" I whispered.
His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. "Everything worth fighting for is hard. — Rachel Vincent

When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people.
And now he was gone. — 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

Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry - and mostly likely to wipe away my tears. — 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

A minute later, Jace landed where I'd fallen, and I helped him up.
"You okay?"
"Hell, no." He actually wobbled on his feet and clung to me, his face whiter than a sun-bleached Texas sidewalk. "There's a reason cats don't have wings."
"Yeah, but at least we always land on our feet."
"Then why did I land on my ass? — Rachel Vincent