308 Quotes by Rachel Vincent

Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I’d whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever.

I’d learned that my mother was a badass in disguise. She was Van Helsing in an apron and heels, and – at least for the time being – I couldn’t think of a single thing cooler than that.

So you’re saying the afterlife is hard on the libido? FYI, that’s probably not a good bullet point for your recruiting brochure.

I’m searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.

Great. I’m psychotic and sparkly.

I don’t believe every cryptid should be allowed to roam free, just like I don’t believe every human should be allowed to roam free. We have psychos, too. People kill their coworkers. Kids kill their classmates. Parents kill their own children. Those people are every bit as monstrous as the worst cryptid predator you can ever point to, yet they’re human, just like we are.

If you cut off my hands, I’ll write with my feet, and if you cut off my feet, I’ll write with my nose, and if you cut that off, you may as well cut my whole head off, because no matter how you slice and dice me, you can’t control what I think, or what I feel. You can keep me locked up for the rest of my life, however brief that may be. But you will never, ever own me.

Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.

But wanting something didn’t give one the right to have it.