Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.
Rachel CaineYou were right,” she said. “You were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever.
Rachel CaineAs I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.
Rachel CaineWhat about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?
Rachel Caine