Shadow Rites Quotes

“I felt Leo's hand on my face, cool and smooth and utterly inhuman. He stroked back my hair, and his voice was curiously gentle when he said, "I would have been most . . . discommoded had you died."
"Yeah. That's why I stay alive," I said, my native snark coming back online, as if I had rebooted that file, "to keep you from being 'discommoded'." I'd have to look that one up.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“Problems?" Bruiser asked.
I frowned at Leo. "One of his castoffs was working with the Nicaud witches. You really need to keep it in your pants."
Up front, Wrassler made a choked sound. No one spoke. Leo's eyebrow rose, just the one. There were a multiple emotions in the elegant gesture―amusement at me, a trace of anger at the woman's betrayal, a steely-eyed promise of retaliation at my lack of proper etiquette. "Keep it in my pants . . ."
"Yeah. Your need to tap everything that moves causes nothing but problems."
Leo said stiffly, "I have taken your recommendations under advisement."
Which said and meant absolutely nothing.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“Not your Jane," I snapped, but it was spoiled by my raspy, gasping voice. "Your Enforcer. Not your Jane."
Leo chuckled, a vamp's hunting purr that made Beast sit up and purr back. I kept the sound inside my head, but Beast liked Leo a little too much for my tastes. "You make the chase so delightful," he said.
"Stuff it."
Leo burst out laughing, my purr buried beneath his pure amusement.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“When you hand-wash my shirt, be sure to let it soak, you thug."
"Yes, dear," Eli said, accepting his weapons from Nunez, who clearly didn't know what to make of us or our relationship.
"He's my brother," I said to Nunez. "You can see the resemblance in the jawline and the snark line.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“From upstairs Molly shouted down, “You try carrying a baby for nine months while chemicals and hormones run through your body making you nutso and fat and swollen and then push an eight-pound lump of squalling human out through an opening big enough to fit a straw in and see if you don’t react from time to time. Until then, shut your trap.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“Not stalking. Not stalking. Not stalking big not cow butt. Walking.

Beast”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“Problems?" Bruiser asked.
I frowned at Leo. "One of his castoffs was working with the Nicaud witches. You really need to keep it in your pants."
Up front, Wrassler made a choked sound. No one spoke. Leo's eyebrow rose, just the one. There were multiple emotions in the elegant gesture―amusement at me, a trace of anger at the woman's betrayal, a steely-eyed promise of retaliation at my lack of proper etiquette. "Keep it in my pants . . ."
"Yeah. Your need to tap everything that moves causes nothing but problems."
Leo said stiffly, "I have taken your recommendations under advisement."
Which said and meant absolutely nothing.”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“had the misfortune of meeting up a parish employee”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites

“He have a modified shrug that tilted one shoulder forward,”
― Faith Hunter, Shadow Rites