quotes by Lili St. Crow

""Did you feel me up when you were tying me down?"

What? My jaw threatened to drop. "Um, no. Did you want me to?"

"Well, it would have been nice.""
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

""Who you calling? Ghostbusters?"

I suppose you had to make that joke sooner or later."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"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?"
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"Boys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

""So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky."

"You're the one who ties people up, babe.""
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"And you know, I believed him.

What girl wouldn't?"
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

""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.""
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"It was the same old crap-someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number, because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away-"
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

""Now," Graves finally said, "anyone else want to piss me off? Anyone else think this is a goddamn democracy?""
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"Go fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"But it's a whole lot easier to keep them [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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)

"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."
— Lili St. Crow (Strange Angels)

"I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse."
— Lili St. Crow (Betrayals)