The Dead Girls' Dance Quotes

“Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. “What?’” “First base,’” she said. “You’re already there.’” “I’m not running the bases.’” “Well, you could at least steal second.’” “Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy. ”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“You. O Positive. How many exits?"
"What?...Oh shit, did you just call me by my bloodtype?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Can I come back and see you sometime?"
"Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate."
"Gramma, you're diabetic."
"I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Claire: So we do nothing?
Michael: We do the best nothing you've ever seen.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Her hands brushed Shane's, and he let go of the cards and took hold.

And then somehow she was in his lap, and he was kissing her. Hadn't meant to do that but...well. She couldn't exactly be sorry about it, because he tasted amazing, and his lips were so soft and his hands were so strong...

He leaned back, eyes half shut, and he was smiling. Shane didn't smile all that much, and it always left her breathless and tingling. There was a secrecy about it like he only ever smiled at her, and it just felt... perfect. 'Claire, you're being careful right?' He smoothed hair back from her face. 'Seriously. You'd tell me if you got into trouble?'

'No trouble,' She lied, thinking about Monica's not-so veiled threats, and that glimpse of Shane's dad seated across from Oliver in the coffee shop.'No trouble at all.'

'Good.' He kissed her again, then moved down her jawline to her neck, and, wow neck nibbles took her breath away. She closed her eyes and buried her fingers in his warm hair, trying to tell him through every touch how much she liked this, like him, loved...

Her eyes came open, fast.

She did not just think about that.

Shane’s warm hands moved up her sides, thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts again, and he traced his fingers across the thin skin of her collarbone...down to where the neck of her T-shirt stopped him. Teasing. Pulling it down an inch, then two.

And then, maddeningly, he let go and leaned back, lips damp. He licked them, watching her, and then gave her that slow crazy, sexy smile again.

'Go to bed' he said. 'Before I decide to come with.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“This near enough? Whatcha gonna do, doll girl? Cry all over me?"
Claire hid her eyes as the biker reached out for Eve with one tattooed hand.
No," Eve said breathlessly. "I'm going to let my boyfriend beat the crap out of you."
There was a dull thunk of wood meeting flesh, and a howl. Then another, much harder thunk, and a crash as a body hit the floor.
The biker was down. Claire stared at him in disbelief, then looked past him, to the figure standing there with the field hockey stick in both hands.
Michael Glass.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Hess laughed. "You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath."
Oh, I am mousy," she said."All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try.
Even a mouse bites.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Your father's an asshole. It's not a disease. You don't have to catch it.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?”
“I started living with you guys.”
“Oh, right.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“No. --Claire

Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“You are the weirdest girl ever.”
“Please. You live with Eve.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something
clever, like try to escape from the pot.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.”
“Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Shane talking to Claire -

"Hang on - Slow down. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right? You don't have to put out to keep me here. Well, as long as you eventually..."
"Shut up" Claire said.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Hey,” he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. “I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Hold on, Claire Bear! Next stop, Crazytown!”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“I’m not leaving,” Sam said, his eyes fixed on the boy he was holding. “Not until Disney Princess here apologizes, or his head comes off, one of the two.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil
vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath."
Oh, I am mousy," she said. "All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try. Even a mouse bites.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“What’s burning?”
“Your brain.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Um… Eve…can I ask…?”
“About what?” Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it to do something clever, like try to escape the pot.
“You and Michael.”
“Oh.” A surge of pink to Eve’s cheeks. Between that and the fact that she was wearing colors outside of the Goth red and black rainbow, she looked young and very cute. “Well. I don’t know if it’s – God, he’s just so–”
“Hot?” Claire asked.
“Hot,” Eve admitted. “Nuclear hot. Surface of the sun hot. And–”
She stopped, the flush in her cheeks getting darker.
Claire picked up a wooden spoon and poked the pasta, which was beginning to loosen up. “And?”
“And I was planning on putting the moves on him before all this happened. That’s why I had on the garters and stuff. Planning ahead.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, embarrassing. Did he peek?”
“When you were changing?” Claire asked. “I don’t think so. But I think he wanted to.”
“That’s okay then.” Eve blinked down at the pasta, which had formed a thick white foam on top. “Is it supposed to be doing that?”
Claire hadn’t ever seen it happen at her parents’ house. But then again, they hadn’t made spaghetti much. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, crap!” The white foam kept growing, like in one of those cheesy science fiction movies. The foam that ate the Glass House…it mushroomed up over the top of the pot and down over the sides, and both girls yelped as it hit the burners and began to sizzle and pop. Claire grabbed the pot and moved it. Eve turned down the burner. “Right, pasta makes foam, good to know. Too hot. Way too hot.”
“Who? Michael?” Claire asked, and they dissolved in giggles.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Sam talking to a frat boy -

"You. O Positive. How many exits?" "What?....Oh shit, did you just call me by my blood type?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Your education or your life, Claire. I'd rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.”
― Rachel Caine (Author), The Dead Girls' Dance

“Shane’s dad stopped the van,” Claire said. “He took Monica as a hostage.”
For a second, neither one of them moved, and then Eve whooped and held up her hand for a high five. Claire just stared at her, and Eve compensated by clapping both hands over her head. “Yesssss!” she said, and did a totally geeky victory dance. “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer psycho!”
“Hey!” Claire yelled, and Eve froze in midcelebration. It was stupid, but Claire was angry; she knew Eve was right, knew she had no reason at all to think Monica was ever going to be anything but a gigantic pain in the ass, but… “Shane’s dad’s going to burn her if they go through with the execution. He has a blowtorch.”
The glee dropped out of Eve’s expression. “Oh,” she said. “Well…still. Not like she didn’t ask for it. Karma’s a bitch, and so am I.”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this.”
She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance