Summoned to Thirteenth Grave Quotes

“I’m not sure I can physically handle much more of this “getting out of bed” nonsense.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“ Safety first!

Just kidding. Coffee first, Safety's, like , third or fourth.

-MEME”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Trust me. You can dance.

- VODKA”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Uncle Bob was about to kill the lot of us, screaming about how unfair it was to play poker with a bunch of mutants with supernatural gifts. I felt the name-calling was a not-so-silent cry for help, but he refused to agree to therapy. Donovan offered to roofie him, so that was nice. I shook my head, though. He'd totally arrest us all. Especially me.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Reyes,” she said, stars in her eyes. “He likes my cinnamon rolls.” “I can’t believe this. You’re cheating on me with Reyes? You’ve been making him your famous cinnamon rolls while I’ve been stuck in a hell dimension, longing for the ability to chew my toenails just for something to do?” Amber whisked by us. “And enchiladas. He loves her enchiladas.” “Cook!” The sting of a thousand traitorous daggers pierced my heart. “I’m telling Uncle Bob.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I’m not on the crazy train. Trains go fast. It’s more like a wagon. A long, slow ride on the crazy wagon. —MEME”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Your darkness is not born of malevolence, but of void, one that waits for light to fill it. The light from the First Star. When it does, you will become more than you ever imagined. I cannot see this, but I have read it in the prophecies.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "That was different. That was a true hell dimension."

I gaped at him. For, like, a really long time. "I'm sorry," I said, not the least bit sorry. "Are you suggesting that my hell dimension was less hellish than yours?”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I brightened when Reyes stepped into the small room, one hand behind his back. I'd dried my hair and pulled it into a ponytail for the time being, but I felt wonderful. Clean. Warm. Safe.

"It's time," he said as I slipped into a T-shirt and the jeans he'd provided.

"Time?"

He brought his hand around, and it was like the clouds parted and heaven shone down on us. Blessing us. Nurturing our deepest, most primal desires.

"One triple shot mocha latte with extra whipped cream."

I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck, but only for a second. There was a mocha latte out there calling my name.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“A day without coffee is like … Just kidding. I have no idea. —TRUE FACT”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Could you add a side of vague to that?”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“cities like this, one’s neighbors often became one’s family. It was something that didn’t happen enough in the United States.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Safety first! Just kidding. Coffee first. Safety’s, like, third or fourth. —MEME”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“That big, beautiful ball of fire I’d so often complained about as a resident of New Mexico, where sunshine was damned near a daily occurrence.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I smiled and looked down a microsecond before gasping in horror. The white gown I'd materialized in was like gauze and completely see-through. I slammed the jeans to my chest and hugged them, searching for the little boy, but he'd ducked back behind the lockers.

"That poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Or, well, afterlife."

Reyes chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt that.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“Did you check under the car?” He grinned, then bent to look up Misery’s skirts. “No demons there.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave