Sixth Grave on the Edge Quotes

“Reyes. Alexander. Farrow," I said.

Seconds after I spoke his name, Reyes walked into his bedroom, and I looked across the open space directly from my room into his.

He waited for me to continue.

"I feel like there's something missing from my bedroom."

A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You don't say."

"Any idea what that might be?"

He glanced around my room as well, then shrugged. "I can't imagine."

"Oh, wait," I said, stepping from my room into his, "wasn't there something here? Like, I don't know, a wall or something?"

He looked up. "You could be right. I do seem to remember a barrier of some kind here."

"Yep," I said, stepping closer, "I definitely remember a partition separating our apartments." When his only response was a mischievous tilt of his full mouth, I asked, "Where did you put my wall?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his doorframe. "What makes you think I took it?"

"It was there this morning."

"And that means I took it? Maybe you just misplaced it. Where exactly did you see it last?"

I pressed my lips together. "You tore down my wall."

The smile he wore could've charmed the panties off a nun. Completely unrepentant, he admitted, "I tore down your wall.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Oh, my. What a lovely shade of bitch you're wearing today. --T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“On a scale of one to stepping on a LEGO, how much pain are you in?”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I have a perfect body, it's in my trunk.
T-shirt”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“The next thing I remembered was Reyes smiling down at me as the sun filtered into his apartment, his hair mussed, his lids hooded with the thick remnants of sleep. I stretched as those three little words that every girl longs to hear slipped from his mouth with effortless ease. As though they did every day. As though they didn't mean the world to me.

With one corner of his mouth tipping sensually, he asked, "Want some coffee?"

And I fell.

I fell hard.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“He turned the corner and flipped me off at the same time. See? Men could multitask. I was so proud of him.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“My boyfriend called me a stalker. Well, he’s not actually my boyfriend …”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“A blank is the only thing I draw well. --T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“How does Reyes feel about him?"

"He would rip out his spine if I let him."

She patted my knee. "I would expect nothing less from the son of evil incarnate. He's a good guy.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Sometimes I write “drink coffee” on my to-do list just to feel like I’ve accomplished something. —STATUS UPDATE”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Remember, it’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eyeball, and then it’s, “Hey! free eyeball!” —T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I lost my virginity but I still have the box it came in. – t-shirt”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Carson," she said when she picked up. I liked it. Clear. Concise. To the point.
I decided to try it myself. "Davidson."
A loud sigh filtered to me. "Charley, you called me. You can't just say Davidson."
"What are you, the phone greeting police?”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“10 I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not so sure. —T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Tequila often gave people the desire to tackle the impossible. It did not, however, make impossible possible”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Want to come over to my place?" I asked him.

The sparkle in his eyes danced in humor. "I don't know," he said. "You live so far away.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“There should be one line at every store for people who have their shit together. —TRUE FACT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“You should go order a sweet roll. Those are to die for. And a carne adovada burrito."

His mouth thinned. "Should I order something else to drink?"

"Yes! A diet whatever. No! A mocha latte. No!" I held up my hand to put him in pause so I could think. "Yes, a mocha latte."

"Are you finished?" he asked, rising to go place his order. He was really hungry.

"Yes. No! Yes. I'm good with that. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me, and I need all the energy I can get. And I need you to be my wingman."

"This should be interesting," he said, sauntering off like he owned the place.

By the time he got back, his fries had disappeared. It was weird.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Do you remember the woman I told you about?"

I knew we would get back around to this. I'd been dying to know more. "The one who used your body then threw you away like a toothbrush you had to use to clean the toilet because you couldn't find your scrub brush?"

"Well, yeah."

"And then you saw her out a year later and she'd had a baby who just happened to have your eyes?"

"That's the one."

"No. I don't remember you mentioning her.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“He was angry with me once again. Men and their mood swings. Women had nothing on them.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“He was leaving my stepmother for a sailboat. Not that I blamed him. A sailboat would at least be useful.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I would lose you forever, and I've only ever wanted you.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“You can't trust anything on the Internet."
"Can, too," I said, completed offended.
"So, if I posted a comment saying I was an Arabian prince from Milwaukee?"
"Yeah, but you're a big fat liar. You don't count. I mean, look at your dad. Pathological liar numeral uno. Lying is in your genes."
He leaned forward. There's only one thing in my jeans right now.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Danger: Attitude subject to change without notice.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I stretched as those three little words that every girl longs to hear slipped from his mouth with effortless ease. As though they did it every day. As Though they didn't mean the world to me. With one corner of his mouth tipping sensually, he asked, "Want some coffee?" And I fell. I fell hard.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I walked stiffly past the worst hussy of them all: my former BFF, who'd apparently decided to move in. Jessica had been at the restaurant every day for over two weeks. Most days more than once. I knew she was hot for my man, but holy cow.

Clearly I'd have to say yes to Reyes soon. This was getting ridiculous. he needed a ring on his finger--and fast.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“My boyfriend called me a stalker.
Well, he’s not actually my boyfriend …” – STATUS UPDATE”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I'm hitting the shower," Reyes said, nodding to Ubbie.
"Don't hit George." I scowled at him. His shower was magnificent. I'd named him George because he just did'nt look like a Tom, Dick or Harry. "What did he ever do to you?”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I called my friend Pari on the way home. "I need you to do my apt."
"I'm not that attracted to your apt."
"I think I'm being bugged."
"Like I am? Right now?”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“I have a perfect body. It’s in my trunk. —T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge