Caitlin Kittredge

“Mr. Darcy is a construct designed to make woman feel bad about the partners that they're capable of attracting versus the fantasized image he presents.”

“Considering it was my father's house, I thought it was very much my beeswax, but I wasn't about to argue with a stranger hiding in a kitchen, pelting me with footwear.”

“When a court officer suggested quarantine for Nerissa, she grabbed the man's pen and jammed it into the back of his hand, screaming that he was a Crimson Guard witch come to remove her memories and replace them with bird-song.They decided to skip quarantine after that.”

“So what, we get in a big ring and poke each other with sticks while alien lizard men look on?”

“Hell, Cal. You're a monster that mothers threaten their children with and you're still as touchy as an ugly girl in a pretty dress.”

“Impossible just means they ain't thought of a name for it yet....”

“Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.”

“... I'll be back before I have to meet the Headmaster about me going mad and killing people on my birthday, I swear.”

“In a platonic and boring fashion, is it all right if I share your fire until me clothes dry out? I have a feeling if I fall asleep damp I'll wake up with some horrid Victorian disease.”

“You smell pretty tasty.Just what every girl wants to hear.”

“You're a monster that mothers threaten children with and you're still touchy as an ugly girl in a pretty dress.”

“You can't give up on me. If you give up, then I'm going to break into a million pieces.I'm here. I'll give you everything I've got.”

“I breathed in for a moment, letting his scent of leather and cigarettes and boy calm my ragged breathing.”

“Pain was tertiary. I could feel it later, for any length of time it desired.”

“I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.”

“I fear, in my dark hours, that it hungers for me and that it is only a matter of time before it eats its full of my sanity.”

“A touch of truth makes a lie worth believing.”

“He's no kind of gentleman.That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.”

“Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.”

“My eye was caught by movement from behind the automaton. Just a flicker, but my heart clenched with surprise and fear, and I tapped Dean on the arm, pointing. “Something’s over there.”He followed my finger, and we both saw the flicker of red on the unbroken gray brick of the foundry walls.“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled, jamming his hand in his pocket and pulling out his switchblade. “Hey!” he bellowed at the moving shadow. “Hey, you!”“Dean …,” I started, thinking that perhaps shouting at the figure wasn’t the best idea.“I see you!” Dean shouted. “No point in hiding.”“Dean, we don’t know what it is,” I whispered, worried that if he made a move, whoever or whatever lurked beyond the automaton would take it badly. Dean shook his head.“Relax, princess. It’s a kid.” He advanced on the shadow. “Aren’t you?”“Up yours, mister!” the shadow shouted back. I pressed a hand over my mouth, both to stifle a laugh and from relief. To find another person in this wasteland was ten times more unexpected than finding a creature like the nightjars and ghouls that populated Lovecraft’s underground.“Say,” Dean drawled, brows drawing together. “I know you, kid.”“I know your mother!” the kid retorted. “And she has some disappointing things to say about you.”

“Brothers didn't make life easier, not even the jinxed sort of life we'd found ourselves in, I decided. They were tailored by evolution to be annoying.”

“Regardless of the shape he took, Cal had a nearly endless capacity for worrywarting.”

“You're in my blood like poison. And I'd die because of you.”

“...I wondered if I'd ever stop feeling fragile...”

“Do you know who I am, you sodding barn animal?" he hissed. The publican gurgled. "I'm Jack fucking Winter." Jack said, releasing him with a push that rattled clean glasses on the bar back.”

“Didn't know she was spoken for.""You do now", Jack snarled. "And the next time you try to pass off your bloody Fae nectar on a human, I'll shove your little horned head up your arse and hold it there until you stop twitching.”

“Something breaks under my boot, and I know before I look down what I’ll see. Bones. Human skulls, femurs, ribs. The bones of otherthings as well, things that starved once the humans rotted away. Twisted spines, elongated jaws. Teeth.”

“I am alone. Alone except for the sirens, alone except for the burning, empty city on the edge of a rotting, pollutedriver green with algae, host to rubber-skinned, gibbous-eyed things with mouths large enough to swallow me whole andprotruding stomachs ready to digest me.”

“There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them.”

“Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.”

“Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, a ghost in your own life.”

“How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?”

“Pete squeezed Jack's hand, hard as she could. "You're not alone," she told him. "If you've made up your mind to die, then I'll be with you here, until the end. I'd follow you into death if that's what you asked, Jack. Heaven, Hell. Anywhere at all.”