71 Quotes by Faith Hunter

And did you find the safe Leo mentioned? Is it already open?” Eli’s lips twitched. “Yes. And not yet. I thought about blowing it up, but it might make a mess of the room.

The aroma of tea mixed with the scent of old books, leather chairs, and wool from the carpet in a soothing fusion.

I stopped humans to talk about the weather. I wasn’t the chatty type, but their surprise at my noticing them seemed odd. I always noticed – the way they moved, the way they smelled – I just didn’t engage in useless conversation. Even now. This convo about the weather was important because the weather was not acting like itself.

Your hands are clean. Not stained with blood. You need not carry the blood of your men. Only their memories.” Eli.

We don’t poison. We shoot, stab, cut, slice and dice, eviscerate, disembowel, and decapitate. Sometimes shoot and blow up our enemies. We’ve been known to bury our dead in the swamp. But we don’t poison. Poison is wussy.

Crap was not a bad word. It was the shortened name of the marketing genius of the best known flush toilet, John Crapper. Really.

You hurt her and I’ll skin you alive and feed your carcass to the wild boars in the swamps. You copy?

I could be patient. I could. If they’d hurry up.

Nothing so good as bein’ right with Jesus, my sister.” I was being evangelized by an ex-con.