Mind the dead man, my dear. by Rachel Caine

Mind the dead man, my dear.

Rachel Caine

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You know," Shane said twenty minutes later, "I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.

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Meditate?” I took my head out from under the pillow, shook dark hair back from my face, and rolled over on my side to look at him. “Excuse me, but the closest I ever got to having a spiritual awakening was dating a yoga instructor. Once.

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..."I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-

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I use all kinds of resources for researching my novels. I'm not shy about calling up experts and asking questions, or emailing, or buying textbooks and references. The Internet is always a brilliant way to find instant facts, but it's not a great way to really understand your subjects in depth without a lot of work.

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Don't run I never liked fast food by Rachel Caine

Don't run I never liked fast food

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Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane

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Seriously,” Shane said, “this kind of is the worst situation we’ve ever been in, right?” “Speak for yourself,” Michael said. “I got myself killed last year. Twice.” “Oh yeah. You’re right—last year really sucked for you.

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I think at some level, it's just alchemy that we, as writers, can't explain when we write the characters. I don't set out to create the characters - they're not, to me, collections of quirks that I can put together. I discover the characters, instead. I usually go through a standard set of interview questions with the character in the beginning and ask the vital stuff: What's important to you? What do you love? Hate? Fear? .. and then I know where to start. But the characters just grow on their own, at a certain point. And start surprising me.

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As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else... very sexy. I couldn't help but take in the view.

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Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms. by Rachel Caine

Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.

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People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

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God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.

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Seriously, Shane? Ditto? That's the best you can do?" Shane and Michael exchanged identical looks and shrugs. Guys. "Let me show you idiots how it's done," Eve said, and hugged Claire fiercely. She kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, CB. Please take care of yourself, okay?" "I love you, too," Claire said, and suddenly her throat felt tight and her eyes burned with tears. "I really do." Shane and Michael watched them with identical expressions of blank bemusement, and finally Shane said, "So basically, it's what I said. Ditto.

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Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.

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Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to... by Rachel Caine

Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.

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Don't play his game. Play yours. by Rachel Caine

Don't play his game. Play yours.

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I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfor... by Rachel Caine

I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.

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Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I promise.” And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.

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I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...... by Rachel Caine

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser

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It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, alway... by Rachel Caine

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

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