Hellbent Quotes

“"I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but I bet it's hard to pronounce when you're drunk."”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Either birds or bats flapped up and into the night as the gates rolled back into position. My money was on bats. Little blingy ones, carrying tiny Louis Vuitton clutches.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I shrugged. “Sometimes things sound easy because they are easy.” “And sometimes things that sound easy only sound that way because you’re completely fucking delusional,” she”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“It sounded like a good idea at the time, which is probably going to be on my tombstone—along with a catty footnote about poor impulse control. But”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Maybe we could do that whole “my enemy’s enemy” thing and skip off into the night, holding hands.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Barringtons aren’t local by origin. They’re carpetbaggers from Philadelphia—an offshoot of a House that had grown too big to govern. Or more to the point, it’d grown too big for everyone to successfully get along without a whole lot of murdering going on.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Why the world won’t accommodate my every whim, I just don’t know.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I assume they’re still there, ostriching themselves and eating paint chips, or whatever it is they do in their spare time. I”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“It would probably be uncharitable to call the look “neoclassical Georgian plus IBM taupe and gingerbread revival meeting in a dark alley for fisticuffs and insults.” But there I go anyway. It wasn’t my kind of joint. I”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Before I was really ready to settle in, dawn was creeping up outside, flushing the far side of the curtains. I could feel it approaching, like the footsteps of someone unpleasant coming up the stairs.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Meanwhile, me and Adrian will head for Atlanta, where everything will go smoothly and no one will get hurt, and everyone will have a productive time learning a great many useful things.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“My own mental health issues had come and gone the same way, diagnosed nearly a hundred years ago as simple “hysteria,” which only meant that I was a woman and really, who gave a shit what was actually wrong with me? Or”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“What happened back there? That was … it was magic, wasn’t it?” “Either magic, or that woman is so crazy she can fly.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I didn’t really think this poor woman was out to destroy the world. You have to be crazier than just schizophrenic to have an interest in that kind of thing. Usually you have to be a religious nut, too.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I’ve got a woman. A crazy woman.” “Sounds like the start of a country song to me,” I said.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“our host showed us back through the beaded curtain. “I trust you can find your way out?” he said, holding the fringe so it didn’t drop back and tickle us, or tangle up in our hair, or whatever it is that sinister beaded curtains do to inconvenience the unwitting masses.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“He’d been sticking his neck out, which is literally the stupidest thing I can imagine anyone doing when it comes to vampires. That ought to be Rule Number One For Dealing With Vampires, right there. Don’t stick your neck out!”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I don’t like raccoons. They look … shifty, with their little burglar masks and everything. Also, they carry rabies. Can I catch rabies? Probably not. All the same, it sounds gruesome—and I think we all know that cute, fuzzy woodland creatures are not to be trusted on general principle.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“At no point, anywhere in Seattle, is there a clear and obvious route to an interstate. And, if you find yourself magically right beside an interstate on-ramp, you can safely assume that it’s leading the wrong direction. You might say to yourself, “Self, if I’ve found the on-ramp going this direction, surely the on-ramp going the other direction must be right nearby!” But you’d be wrong. This place was designed by crack addicts, I’m convinced of it.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“I like to pretend that I’m covering my tracks, bracing for any contingency. Ready for the worst, and all that jazz. I always feel better if there’s a plan in place. And in this case, the plan was, “Leave the blind guy in charge of the juvenile delinquents and everything will be just fine. Probably.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Honey, these aren’t ordinary penis bones.” “Not the kind you pick up at Walgreens, with a bottle of aspirin and a scented candle?”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent

“Raylene- Actually... I have an idea.
Adrian- Oh no.
R- No, it's a *good* idea.
A- I don't believe you.”
― Cherie Priest, Hellbent