Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.
Rachel CaineDid that remind anybody else of something?" "Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.
Rachel CaineIt's an illusion, control," Naomi said. "You ought to understand that by now, young Claire. We are never in control of our destinies, even the strongest of us. All we can hope to do is not be too badly damaged by events.
Rachel CaineEven bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.
Rachel CaineShe doesnโt usually back down that easily.โ โMaybe sheโs got class.โ Eve snorted. โTrust me,โ she said. โThat girlโs got no class at all.
Rachel CaineHere," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
Rachel Caine