Saintcrow Lilith Quotes & Sayings

Chess isn't one of my favorites, it takes a cool calculating hatred to play well, and I'm not good at that. — Lilith Saintcrow

The red scarf at her wrist was joined by others, knotted up her arm to the elbow. A dozey, sicksweet fuming of harvest incense followed her steps, rippling in her wake. — Lilith Saintcrow

You're my friend, Danny. You understand? There's no debt between friends.
Maybe it's just that the debt gets so high you stop counting it. — Lilith Saintcrow

And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want. — Lilith Saintcrow

I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living. — Lilith Saintcrow

Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is.
"Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then. — Lilith Saintcrow

Most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us. — Lilith Saintcrow

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that. — Lilith Saintcrow

How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn't even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad's spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly. — Lilith Saintcrow

And you know, I believed him.
What girl wouldn't? — Lilith Saintcrow

The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself. — Lilith Saintcrow

His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante? — Lilith Saintcrow

Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea. — Lilith Saintcrow

Now," Graves finally said, "anyone else want to piss me off? Anyone else think this is a goddamn democracy? — Lilith Saintcrow

I'd rather get eaten by an epileptic shark. — Lilith Saintcrow

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon. — Lilith Saintcrow

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear. — Lilith Saintcrow

Are you listening, little bird? — Lilith Saintcrow

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution - to just not relax - was kind of sucking. — Lilith Saintcrow

Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart. — Lilith Saintcrow

I try not to sleep. It disturbs the circles I'm growing under my eyes. — Lilith Saintcrow

What you can't run away from, you have to face — Lilith Saintcrow

Death did not play favorites - He loved all equally.
What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure .
The god's voice - not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind - — Lilith Saintcrow

I'm probably the only sixteen-year-old girl in a three hundred mile radius who knows how to distinguish between a poltergeist from an actual ghost (hint: If you can disrupt it with nitric acid, or if it throws new crap at you every time, it's a poltergeist), or how to tell if a medium's real or faking it (poke 'em with a true iron needle). I know the six signs of a good occult store (Number One is the proprietor bolts the door before talking about Real Business) and the four things you never do when you're in a bar with other people who know about the darker side of the world (don't look weak). I know how to access public information and talk my way around clerks in courthouses (a smile and the right clothing will work wonders). I also know how to hack into newspaper files, police reports, and some kinds of government databases (primary rule: Don't get caught. Duh). — Lilith Saintcrow

White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake. — Lilith Saintcrow

Dryads gathered in knots, hushed, and for once satyrs did not chase them but stood solitary sentinel, horned heads upflung and broad nostrils quivering. Kelpies and selkies hesitated, between horseform and biped shape, their wicked teeth gleaming as they snorted and stamped; among them, night-mares or elfhorses along the shores of the Dreaming Sea - which touches all shores, always - tossed their manes but did not neigh. — Lilith Saintcrow

Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo. — Lilith Saintcrow

Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky. — Lilith Saintcrow

But it's a whole lot easier to keep[secrets] when you've got someone else who knows breathing in the same room. Carrying them alone is like having a huge spiky weight digging into your shoulders and chest, a weight you can't shift even while you're sleeping. — Lilith Saintcrow

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely. — Lilith Saintcrow

If something is visceral and unsettling for me, my job is to not look away, not to punk out. Sometimes the dark things come from places inside me, experiences I've had, that need to be transformed. — Lilith Saintcrow

I wondered what I'd end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn't even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever ... well. It probably wouldn't be so bad.
I wouldn't mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn't drag that out of me. Ever. — Lilith Saintcrow

Graves: It's going to snow.
Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning.
Graves: Hey, no problem. First one's free. — Lilith Saintcrow

I have set you as a seal upon my heart; I will not return to Hell. — Lilith Saintcrow

Fury is the best fuel of all. It is so clean, so marvelous, so ruthless. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, rage against evil is better than sorrow. Sorrow can't balance the scales. — Lilith Saintcrow

No matter how much time goes by, missing someone never gets any better. You just learn to work around it. — Lilith Saintcrow

First you find out what you have , Dad would say. Then you figure out how to make it work for what you need, 'cause you don't get what you want. You get just what you have and no more. — Lilith Saintcrow

- leave me," Japhrimel snarled. "You will not leave me to wander the earth alone - breathe, damn you, breathe! — Lilith Saintcrow

I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting."
My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. "You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative. — Lilith Saintcrow

As much as I devoured comics, I read non-graphic books exponentially more, so I'm not sure I can credit or blame them. Comics, however, taught me a lot about what makes a story arc work and how to bring a story to its natural resting place between issues. — Lilith Saintcrow

There was fashion and there was idiocy, and while she was vain enough to love the former, she was not willing to indulge the latter. — Lilith Saintcrow

Other dads actually sat at the dinner table. Mine left me a fifty and a reminder to do my goddamn katas. — Lilith Saintcrow

I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace. — Lilith Saintcrow

I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours. — Lilith Saintcrow

So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky."
"You're the one who ties people up, babe. — Lilith Saintcrow

A long, ear-tearing howl threatened to deafen him, but he was already past the wight as the lanceblade sank in and cut deep, Gallow's body airborne and spinning, his axis almost parallel to the rooftop as the Veil bunched and shivered. Landing, still spinning, the lance a propeller now, the last wight baring its yellowed fangs and hissing. Another curse, this one hurried and malformed, hurtled flapping for Gallow's eyes, but his own spat phrase of the Old Language batted it aside, a dart of moonglow shredding the black wings. Skidding, — Lilith Saintcrow

Fight scenes are very physical for me. Sometimes I require my own body to move through them before I can tell where a character's likely to feel it. — Lilith Saintcrow

A hand closed around her arm, warm and hard, and it could possibly have been comforting if she had possessed the faintest idea whose appendage it was. — Lilith Saintcrow

He laughed. The laugh could strip the skin off an elephant in seconds. — Lilith Saintcrow

Hearing wulfen howl is ... well, it's horrible. The sound is glassy, hovering at the upper ranges of hearing, and it's full of paws on snow and running with the icy wind hitting the back of your throat like stares. Underneath the glassy edge is the song of flesh ripped apart, the sweetness of hot blood, and the savagery of crunching bones with sharp teeth.
The worst part is how it climbs into your brain, pressing itself like a hard sharpness into the soft folds, and drags open the doors socialization slams shut to keep the howling ravening thing down inside down and tame.
The thing on four clawed legs that lives in all of us. — Lilith Saintcrow

It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel. -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow — Lilith Saintcrow

His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow; I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead. — Lilith Saintcrow

Sometimes, as much as writing saves one's own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another's. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs. — Lilith Saintcrow

I will do anything for you, just don't go anywhere. Just don't leave. Stand there and smile at me, and I'll do anything you want. — Lilith Saintcrow

Unwinter did not wind his Horn or glance back. He did not lift an armored hand to summon his knights. He did not command them to follow. And yet. The whisper became a rustle, the rustle deepened to a throbbing, the throbbing swelled into a roar. The highborn fullbloods of Unwinter, pale and wasted, sallied forth clasped in their own black armor, riding by two and three on the nightmare mounts enticed from the Dreaming Sea's foaming edge. — Lilith Saintcrow

They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels. — Lilith Saintcrow

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger. — Lilith Saintcrow

Sleep beckoned, warn and wide and full of welcome oblivion.
It was no use. I couldn't crawl back into unconsciousness. I had too much to do. — Lilith Saintcrow

He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why.
Wow. Oh wow. — Lilith Saintcrow

God and Hell both damn it, — Lilith Saintcrow

The only one," he murmured. His chin dipped a little bit. "You know that, Dru? You're the only person who's ever believed in me. You know what that'll do to a guy?"
What?"I-"
"It makes him want to live up to it. — Lilith Saintcrow

Did she not get it? He'd done everything but hit her on the head and drag her into a cave. — Lilith Saintcrow

He kissed her, over and over, printing blood-flavored kisses on her cheek, her throat, her jaw, her mouth. — Lilith Saintcrow

Why do you eat your own heart? Because, O King, it is bitter, and because it is my heart. — Lilith Saintcrow

I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I've seen a few. — Lilith Saintcrow

I sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next. — Lilith Saintcrow

Well, duh. You're cuter than she is. He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works.
Something warm opened up inside my chest. It was a nice feeling. — Lilith Saintcrow

Tristan. The killspell is meant for him. Protect him, just as he would protect you. — Lilith Saintcrow

Go fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement. — Lilith Saintcrow

But when the blood is mine, it can send the boy djamphir a little crazy. It's something about me being svetocha. Super-happy stuff in my blood even before I "bloom," something that reaches down and wakes up the crazy in anyone with a touch of nosferat.
After the blooming hit, I'd have my own superhuman strength and speed. And that super-happy stuff in my blood would make me toxic to suckers just like Raid is toxic to insects. — Lilith Saintcrow

Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex. — Lilith Saintcrow

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you. — Lilith Saintcrow

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse. — Lilith Saintcrow

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation. — Lilith Saintcrow

I had to settle for two of the most inadequate words in the English language, words to pale to express what I needed to say. Thank you. — Lilith Saintcrow

It's always difficult to say goodbye, especially when one has spent a long time - literally years, in the case of a series - inside a character or two, suffering and celebrating with them. — Lilith Saintcrow

Meine Wurst! Better your sausage than your life, man! — Lilith Saintcrow

His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?"
I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you. — Lilith Saintcrow

Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne? — Lilith Saintcrow

I thought wulfen howls were bad when I heard them in my own garage. Hearing the high, glassy cry in the middle of the woods at night is infinitely worse, because the howls sounds like it could be words if you just listen hard enough. The horrible thing is that it pulls on that deep hidden part in every person-the blind animal part.
The part that knows you're the prey.
But the worst thing about it?
Is when it sounds right behind you, and something hits you from behind, tumbling you into another thorn-spiked mess of vines and branches, leaf mold and dirt filling your nose, and a huge, hot, hairy hand winds in your hair. — Lilith Saintcrow

Can I ... I mean, do you mind if I sleep up here? If you don't, I, um, understand. I just - " "Yes." The word bolted out of me. "Yes, please. Maybe I'll be able to sleep if you're here. — Lilith Saintcrow

I've never been in a single accident - basic precognition takes care of that - and the cops all know my car well enough to leave me alone when I'm bending the laws of physics and traffic to get somewhere. — Lilith Saintcrow

Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven't been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It's a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It's road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke. — Lilith Saintcrow

It could have been possible to put a little more fuck you into his tone, but some of it might've slopped out the sides. — Lilith Saintcrow

Jesus, you've got a death wish."
"Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid. — Lilith Saintcrow

His smell - the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk - wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished. — Lilith Saintcrow

Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up! — Lilith Saintcrow

Dru Anderson: You should wear some gloves.
Graves: Ruins the image.
Dru Anderson: You'll goddamn well freeze to death.
Graves: Hey, we've got to suffer for beauty. Chicks don't go for guys in gloves.
Dru Anderson: How would you know?
Graves: I know. You never said if you liked shooting pool.
Dru Anderson: I don't, but I'll beat your ass at it, okay?
Graves: Fine. If you can. Dru. — Lilith Saintcrow

Sometimes you meet a girl and it's like matter and antimatter. You just hate each other for no damn reason. — Lilith Saintcrow

I just ... knew, the way you know how to breathe or to pull your hand back from a hot stove. — Lilith Saintcrow

Sometimes you can pick who buys you, and for how much. That's what power really is. — Lilith Saintcrow

I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra. — Lilith Saintcrow

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure. — Lilith Saintcrow

I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong. — Lilith Saintcrow

I got a washed out version of Mom's curls and a better copy of Dad's blue eyes, The rest of me, I guess, is up for grabs. Except maybe Gran's nose, but she could have been trying to make me feel better. I'm no prize. Most girls go through a gawky stage, but I'm beginning to think mine will be a lifelong thing. It doesn't bother me too much. Better to be strong than pretty and useless. I'll take a plain girl with her head screwed on right over a cheerleader any day. — Lilith Saintcrow

With twenty-twenty hindsight I could solve every fucking problem, couldn't I? — Lilith Saintcrow

It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe."
Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves. — Lilith Saintcrow

I got the idea she'd done her makeup up special for this. Not that she needed much. She was utterly and completely beautiful, except for the hate shining in her eyes. — Lilith Saintcrow

His dark eyes met mine, just the same. A lean, saturnine face, his cheekbones balanced, his mouth a straight unforgiving line. The demon Tierce Japhrimel touched my cheek, his knuckles brushing my skin. The contact sent a shudder through me, my body recognizing him before the rest of me could dare to. "You burned," I managed, before another fit of retching and gagging shook me. "You burned - you were
ash - "
"While you live, I live." The corners of his mouth turned down, an expressive movement that managed to give the impression of a grim smile. "I suppose nobody told you." I shook my head weakly. — Lilith Saintcrow

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off. — Lilith Saintcrow