85 Quotes by Lili St. Crow

He smelled like smoke too, and under it was the edge of apple pies-spice and goodness. Jesus. Even after all that he smelled like a bakery.

It wasn’t exactly dangerous to be out during the day... but the Council, every one of them, up to and including August, would have kittens and penguins and little baby narwhals, too, probably, if they knew what I was up to.

Gee, thanks.” I couldn’t sound more sarcastic, but I was willing to give it a try. My breathing evened out. “What are you here for, then? Tea and cookies?” My mouth wanted to water. He smelled like cookies. Cinnamon ones, with dabs of apple-pie filling.

The rest of it spilled out in an incoherent jumble, but he nodded every once in a while. I liked that about him. He was so smart you didn’t have to hold his hand and walk him through everything. He could fill in the blanks on his own.

I rubbed at my temple, where the zit was gone. It still hurt a little, though, deep under the skin. I hate those zits that burrow underground. You think they’ve vanished, but no, they just barricade themselves right next to the bone and hurt.

I don’t know who I am anymore.” I expected the world to crack open and the sky to fall once I said it. Nothing happened.

Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?

Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.

Call them fangs, Dru. That’s what they are.