Gypsy Origins Quotes

“People often wonder what makes monsters. The answer is other people,”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“With them, it’s always like collecting a trail of breadcrumbs, leaving me only to guess where they all lead. I hope I don’t get baked in some crazy bitch’s oven when I finally find the end of the trail.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“DO NOT FOLLOW ME. THIS VACATION SUCKS TOO HARD TO STAY. I’M GOING HOME TO RELAX. Sincerely, the SINGLE gypsy girl who can think for herself P.S. I’LL KEY YOUR FUCKING CARS if you come looking for me before I’m ready to deal with you again.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“We find a way to pick up the pieces of our mistakes, no matter how cold, cruel, and sad they may be, and we patch ourselves together with them like a story quilt.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I hold my silence, as he resumes enjoying the violence, while he pretends it’s some sort of vengeance for me.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Violet is missing, and it seems Vance is as well,” Damien says on a huff as he exits.

“Why the bloody hell would he leave with her directly after a wolf attack?” I ask as I start toward the door, finishing off my drink. “Without a word?”

“I’m not sure he left with her, so much as chased after her, since it looks like he found her note first,” Damien says as he jogs down the stairs.

I have the paper snatched out of his hand before he realizes it’s missing, and I flip it over, reading it.

DO NOT FOLLOW ME. THIS VACATION SUCKS TOO HARD TO STAY. I’M GOING HOME TO RELAX.

Sincerely,

the SINGLE gypsy girl who can think for herself

P.S. I’LL KEY YOUR FUCKING CARS if you come looking for me before I’m ready to deal with you again.

“Little rude to leave so soon, considering how hard I worked to find out where the hell you’d all gone,” I point out before walking out the door.

I’m gone before they can further delay me.

“She put it in shouty caps!” Damien calls to my back, though I have no idea what the hell that’s supposed to mean.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I remember a time when women fought over who got me. Not shove me at each other like I’m a piece of fucking leftover meatloaf. For fuck’s sake, would some hair pulling be too much to ask?” I ask her seriously.

She looks like she’s too confused to respond for a second, as a humored sort of horror lights her eyes.

“I’ve lived for too fucking long,” I add as I huff and look away”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Get dressed. We’re going hunting,” he says randomly.

In my half-woke state, I feel like I’ve missed something crucial, because I don’t understand how those words are supposed to make sense.

“I’m sorry, but what?” I ask, sipping the coffee like the lack of caffeine is the reason I heard him wrong.

“We’re going hunting. Emit has some rogue, unregistered wolves who’ve just done something heinous and stupid, and we’re taking you with us, apparently.”

“I don’t want to hunt wolves,” I point out, taking a step back, since he’s acting very un-Vance-like.

“I don’t want you to hunt wolves, but apparently you’re going with us, or you’re going with him,” he says bitterly, glancing over his shoulder to where there’s a large SUV.

Emit’s behind the wheel, smirking like he’s proud of all this.

“Yeah, no. Thanks for the offer,” I say as I shut the door…and lock it.

I sip my coffee again, as Lemon drinks hers in the kitchen. Her phone rings, and she stands and answers it, while I go to the fridge in search of something to eat.

I hear the door unlocking, and look over my shoulder, as Lemon gives me a very unapologetic grin. “Sorry,” she says, confusing me. “But he’s still my alpha.”

Emit walks in, filling up my doorway, before he grins over at me in a way that’s sort of…scary.

“It’s not really optional,” he says before he stalks to me so fast I don’t have time to react, and I’m unceremoniously slung over his shoulder.

My breath comes out in a surprised rush, and I bounce against him as my mind comes to terms with why the world has tipped upside down.

Ingrid comes down the stairs with a small bag, giving me a shitty excuse for a contrite smile.

“I’ll remember this,” I tell the traitorous omegas dryly, as they give me a little wave and send me on my way like this is a planned vacation.

I don’t really put up a fight. I’ve never seen Emit actually determined to do anything, but clearly I’m outnumbered and out wolfed on this one...

I allow a small smile as I’m dropped to my feet, and then wipe the smile away because I’m supposed to be annoyed...

I climb in as my backpack and small duffel finish flopping to a stop, and close my robe a little more before digging for my boots.

“We’ve got everything here under control! Don’t worry about deliveries or the store,” Leiza calls very excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

“This is a hunting trip to kill things, right?” I ask Vance directly, though my eyes are on the very happy omegas, who are animatedly waving from the porch now.

“Yes,” he states in a tone that assures me he’s not one bit happy I’m here.

“Why are they treating it like I’m going on spring break?” I ask, genuinely concerned about their level of enthusiasm.

I thought they were a little saner than this.

Emit snorts, but clears his expression quickly.

“Do I want to know what spring break is a euphemism for?” Vance asks Emit.

“You’re really that old?” I groan.

“Do you know how long a century is?” Vance asks me dryly.

“I averaged a C on vocab tests, so yeah,” I retort, matching his condescension.

Emit releases a rumble of laughter, as his body shakes with the force.

Then he pulls out and begins to drive us off on our hunt.

I’m so not adjusting this fast, but it seems I have no choice in the matter. It’s like a snowball rolling downhill, gaining size and momentum. Either I’ll boulder through anything when I reach the bottom, or I’ll simply go splat into a mountainside.

“Do you know how quickly the vernacular shifts and accents devolve, evolve, or simply cease to exist?” Vance asks me.

Now I feel a little talked down to. “No.”

“I swear he used to be fun,” Emit tells me, smiling at me through the rearview”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Why does him touching me always mess with my head? I liked it better when I thought he was gay.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I don’t think it’s healthy to have an argument about communication barriers on the date you’ve been manipulated into taking.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Alas, a gypsy freak is born a monster, when a very elaborate promise is broken among very unnatural creatures.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“she offered the world and hid the price, until you’d paid it without even a thought.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Good intentions may pave the way to hell, but intentions can also change how a person’s actions are viewed.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I have no choice in the matter. It’s like a snowball rolling downhill, gaining size and momentum. Either I’ll boulder through anything when I reach the bottom, or I’ll simply go splat into a mountainside.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I’m not the leading role.
I’m just a side character in the longest running
tale that nobody really wants to talk about.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“Why does everyone insist on comparing women to toys? I took an online survey that said I was a chauvinist prick, and I don’t even call women toys,” I say absently.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“It’s rare I allow myself to be offended, because I can imagine how offensive I sound to those of different heritage that I know nothing about.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“The fact of the matter is that the universe hates a debt even more than gypsies do,”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I started my quilt when I was thirteen. It’s as hideous as you could possibly imagine in your head,” I assure her. “But it’s my quilt. It tells my story. Mom said as long as your quilt tells the brutal truth, you can look at your mistakes and find your redemption, even in the darkest of places.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“I don’t think it’s healthy to have an argument about communication barriers on the date you’ve been manipulated into taking. In. A. Vampire. Bar.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins