Creation in Death Quotes

“I want a homing beacon on your vehicle."

"There will be."

"No, I want one on before we leave the grounds in the morning. I'll see to it."

Give and take, she reminded herself. Even when--maybe especially when--give and take was a pain in the ass. "Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex."

"We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I've had to reschedule my liaison with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days."

"Blows," Eve said as they slipped into bed.

"She certainly does.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“She pushed herself up, swayed, and might have tumbled if Feeney hadn’t gripped her arm. “Head rush. I’m okay, just a little queasy. Lowell’s in there, secured. You need to haul his ass in. Your collar.”

“No, it’s not.” Feeney gave her arm a squeeze. “But I’ll haul his ass in for you. McNab, help the lieutenant upstairs, then get your butt back down here and start on the electronics.”

“I don’t need help,” Eve protested.

“You fall on your face,” Feeney murmured in her ear, “you’ll ruin your exit.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Just lean on me, Lieutenant.” McNab wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down.”

“Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me.”

“Aw.” Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. “That’s so sweet.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“Stupid son of a bitch"

His droopy eyes went huge. "What did you say to me?"

"You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you."

"You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass."

"You couldn't take me ten years ago," she shot back, "you sure as hell can't take me now."

"Want to test that out, kid?”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“There's nobody on the job, nobody with a badge I respect more than you." - Eve

"You never were a rookie," he told her in a voice roughened with emotion. "So I saw good, solid cop the minute I laid eyes on you. I gave you a hell of a foundation, kid, a lot of seasoning and pushed you hard because I knew you could take it. You put yourself here. And I'm proud." - Feeney”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“You shouldn’t have private conversations in public facilities at the top of your lungs.” Point well taken, Eve was forced to admit.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“It was hardly a wonder that it had been her, essentially from the first minute he’d seen her. That it would be her until his last breath. And very likely well beyond that.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“Not much different from the morgue. Smaller,” she noted, scanning the steel worktables, the gullies on the sides, the hoses and tubes and tools. “I guess he got some of his knowledge of anatomy working here. Might have had some of his early practice sessions on corpses.”

“Charming thought.”

“Yeah, well, being as they were already dead—hopefully—it probably didn’t upset them too much. Oh, and FYI? When my time comes, I don’t want the preservatives and the stylist. You can just build a big fire, slide me in. Then you can throw yourself on the pyre to show your wild grief and constant devotion.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“Just lean on me, Lieutenant.” McNab wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down.”

“Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me.”

“Aw.” Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. “That’s so sweet.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“I’ve got to get out of this place,” he said as he eased back. “That’s God’s shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking.”

“Hey.”

He tapped his finger on her chin. “Excepting one.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“I’ve never understood the appeal of anything referred to as ‘hash.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“People tended to shop and frequent restaurants in their comfort-zone.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“He might be exasperating, complicated, dangerous, and difficult, but she loved every piece of the puzzle that made him.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“More than pleasure, he thought. Somehow even more than love. At a time they each needed it most, they gave each other that essential human gift of hope.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“I’m serving as President of the Pissed-off Club. I’ll take your application for membership under advisement.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“He did what he could to make himself comfortable in the back of the police issue.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death