Boundary Crossed Quotes

“Killing someone in the middle of the sentence leaves a disturbing lack of closure.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Fainting is for preteen girls and those really weird goats. I do not faint!”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“It wasn’t the greatest bargain I’d ever made, but I didn’t see a lot of alternatives, short of moving into Charlie’s bedroom or trying to convince John to move to Belize.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“What happened?” I asked. “You fainted.” “I did not,” I said crossly. “Fainting is for preteen girls and those really weird goats. I do not faint.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“The third time I died was early on a Monday morning, a week after Labor Day.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“There was just something very seductive about the last person in the world who knows you to the core . . . and cares for you anyway.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“instead of a nap I went straight to the backyard and threw a tennis ball for a while, enjoying the fall sunshine and the infectious excitement of the dogs. Only Cody and Chip, both retriever mixes, actually fetched the ball, mind you—Pongo found toys uninteresting but enjoyed snuffling along the edges of the fence, and Dopey was simply too stupid to grasp the concept of bringing something back. Once in a while she would follow Cody and Chip for the first ten feet as they chased the ball, then scamper back to me, expecting praise for her accomplishments. I just laughed and complied.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Simon shrugged. “He sort of is, to my eternal surprise. And I would trust the guy with my life . . . as long as keeping me alive was in Itachi’s best interests.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Hmm.” I tried to imagine telling my parents I was a witch. My live-and-let-live dad would do his best to ignore it; he would assume I was going through a weird fad. My mother would be so grateful that I was interested in something, she’d probably offer to be a witch with me. “What about your girlfriend?” I asked Simon. “Is she a witch, too?”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“For the first time I sort of appreciated my mother’s decision to make the party black tie. It was like looking at the most beautiful version of everyone.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“But instead of dying down, the tenor of the dogs’ cries changed from their usual “There may or may not be an animal in the yard!” barks to their “This is not a drill!” barks, finally transitioning into their “Code human! Code human!” barks.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Witchblood children come into their powers around puberty. Then they have a window of time to actually activate that power.” I considered that. “And if you miss the window?” “Then your magic lies dormant for the rest of your life,” he replied. “Probably the majority of people with witchblood never know they have it.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Sam and I had been adopted when we were babies, but I saw no reason to tell either of these men about that, not until I understood what was going on.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“I eventually persuaded Quinn that I hadn’t pressed him, and we kept going straight north on Highway 36.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“They invest in a dozen hardcore deadbolts, but it doesn't occur to them to reinforce the hinges.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“UC Boulder.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“How come I’m only her favorite when my older siblings want something?”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Your boss is a woman, isn’t she?” He examined my face closely. “What makes you say that?” “You were careful to avoid a singular pronoun right there—you said ‘that person’ instead of ‘he’ or ‘she,’ even though it made your sentence awkward.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“Allison Alexandra Luther,”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“One evening I woke up with Dopey and Pongo sleeping on either side of me and realized that I hadn’t had a nightmare in months. Well played, Sam.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“He was in his late thirties maybe, tall and slim with pale blond hair, ruddy cheeks, and the kind of translucent Scandinavian skin that would burn instantly in the sun. His face was all interesting angles and cleft chin, creating the overall impression that he should be modeling parkas in an L.L.Bean catalog. The suit was neither particularly nice nor particularly shabby, but I recognized a familiar lump near his armpit—a shoulder holster. I was immediately wary. “Good evening, Miss Luther,” the man said, pleasantly enough. “I’m Detective Quinn with Boulder PD.” His hazel eyes pierced mine as he held out his hand, very close to mine so I wouldn’t have to work hard to reach it. His handshake was extremely gentle—not weak, exactly, but more like he feared my fingers might crumple to dust. “I’d like to speak to you about the incident at your work.” “Now?” I asked, a little incredulous. I had expected the cops to turn up with questions, particularly since Mom had warned me, but it seemed awfully late. Visiting hours had been over for a while. Quinn nodded. “As you might imagine, we’re very anxious to pursue the couple who kidnapped your niece.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed