Secrets Quotes

“He was nuts. He'd scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane.

Not that that's ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“You don’t have to be psychic to end up knowing things you were a lot happier not knowing.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die...”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“I hit Crash's button and we heard the phone inside start to ring.

After four, he answered. "Hey, PsyPig." His voice was husky. "I'd normally tell you not to call me at this ungodly hour, but evidently someone's running a cockfghting ring in the hall, so I wasn't actually asleep...."

"It's me. Open up."

He was actually silent for a second. "Aren't /you/ butch?"

"Don't fuck around. I need to see Miss Mattie."

"Okay, okay, don't get your handcuffs in a twist. I can't find my pants."

I wondered if he could say the word "pants" without making something dirty out of it.

"Unless, of course, this visit is clothing-optional."

And there it was. I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me since the door was still shut.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“Crash took a long drag off his cigarette and gave me a smug little smile. He always looked smug. His hair was dyed Kool-Aid green. Maybe that's what he was looking smug about today, despite the fact that it clashed with his olive drab army duster. Or maybe he knew my ass stung with every step I took- either because he was an empath who hot "feelings" about what everyone was experiencing, or because he'd taken it up the ass from Jacob himself. Crash's smirk widened and I looked away. One day I'd probably slap him. And then I'd regret it, because he was probably into stuff like that.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“Jacob slid down my body and knelt in front of me. The two of us were wedged into the narrow lane between the and the dresser. He took the front button of my shirt into his mouth. I heard a snap. He spat, and a button pinged to the floor.

He was nuts. He'd scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane.

Not that that's ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“I put them near the cellar door in case you want to store them down there."

"Yeah. I, uh... I'm not big on going down into this basement."

"But you said this place only had one ghost in it, and she left."

I had. But I never claimed that ,y loathing of basements was entirely rational. "I had a bizarre fabric softener incident once," I told her. "It scarred me for life.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“And then I saw it.

The mirror fogged over as I squinted at my reflection, and I scrubbed it with the heel of my palm. My skin squeaked against the glass, I turned my head to the side. I peered at my reflection from the corner of my eye.

Toothmarks.

Jesus.

"You left a bite mark on my neck!"

Jacob opened the shower curtain just far enough to look out at me. He knuckled water out of his eyes and grinned at me. "Good thing you don't have to woke tomorrow."

"You shit."

He grinned wider and whisked the curtain shut.

Way to go. I'd look real slick reporting for duty at the Fifth Precinct covered in hickeys like a slutty teenaged girl. Damn it. I rubbed at the toothmarks, which raised a pinkish blotch around them. "It better be gone by Thursday," I said. I'm sure Jacob felt very chastised. Not.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“He was nuts. He’d scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane. Not that that’s ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“Jacob went to the sink and held his hands under the tap. He splashed cold water on his face and formed another ab-flashing maneuver that would bring every card-carrying queer to his knees.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“I’ve never found anything good in a basement. Ever.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets

“I didn’t argue. I don’t do confrontation any better than I do basements, or shots of Jägermeister.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Secrets