Night Huntress Quotes

“Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?"
"What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.”
― Jeaniene Frost, At Grave's End

“What the hell was that?” I gasped. “Premature inflammation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing. I don’t like to talk about it.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise”
― Jeaniene Frost, First Drop of Crimson

“No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag. "Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds."

The gin was abruptly sucked back into my lungs as I gasped. He did not just tell my mother about his former profession; sweet Jesus, let me have heard incorrectly!

I hadn't, and Bones went right on. "... But I have a friend who owes me a favor and he could be persuaded to... Kitten, are you all right?"

I'd stopped breathing as soon as he casually admitted to his prior occupation. Add that to the liquid stuck in my lungs, and no, I wasn't all right.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“I will never stop loving you. No one can change that. No matter what happens later, I’ll still love you.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade”
― Jeaniene Frost, First Drop of Crimson

“Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.”
― Jeaniene Frost

“You arrogant...” thrust through the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “... over published...” wasn't going to work, it clawed at the blade, and my God, these things were tough, “...showy old bat...” Crack! There went my head into the wall. If I didn't have a split skull, I'd be amazed. “What are you waiting for? Aren't you the king of all bogeymen? The legend children fear will devour them if they don't behave?”
“Come on, Vlad, live up to your reputation! If you can't burn to death one Egyptian vampire chained to a wall, how did you ever drive the Turks from Romania?”
“You did it!”
“Of course, I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?”
― Jeaniene Frost, At Grave's End

“Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“You’ll never get rid of me, either… No matter which side of the grave we’re on. I’ll haunt you, chase you all around eternity, whatever it takes, but it’s you and me until the stars burn out.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie’s door.
“Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon,”
he said with admirable humbleness when Timmie cracked it open. Only I could pick up the
slight edge to his voice as he went on. “I can only say that it was caused by my natural
affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I’ll be shagging her tonight, you can
imagine how I’d be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling.”
“You schmuck!” I burst as Timmie’s jaw dropped. “The only thing you’ll be shagging
tonight is yourself!”
“You wanted sincerity,” he countered. “Well, luv, I was sincere.”
― Jeaniene Frost

“Brave words in a room full of pulseless creatures. Spade gave Don a disgusted glance while Rodney just licked his lips. No doubt he was mentally salting and peppering Don.”
― Jeaniene Frost

“Oh, well, isn't that nice. You are a nice young girl. Be a good friend to her and set her straight. She has love bruises on her neck and didn't come home until this afternoon."
Sweet Holy Jesus, why couldn't the ground just swallow me whole? Bones stifled a laugh and nodded solemnly. "Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“I looked at her quizzically. "No, why would you think so?"
She gave me a knowing smile. "'Cause he's never brought a girl here before, child. Not one who didn't need my help, leastways."
Oh! That pleased me, but I quashed it. "It's not like that. We, ah, we kind of work together. I'm not his, er, what I mean is, he's all yours if you want him!" I finished in an insane babble.
There was a disgruntled grunt from upstairs that didn't come from the girl. I cringed, but it was too late to take it back.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“There were place cards at the head table, which was one long, rectangular thing that would have everyone facing the reception room. I sat at the one marked Chritine Russell. Randy say to my left, with Denise to his right. To my right read Chris Pin. Who...?
"You've got to be kidding me," I said aloud. Why didn't I just shoot myself and get it over with?
"Justina, we meet again." Bones appeared and took his seat next to me as I vaulted out of my chair. "Wouldn't want to be rude, but I believe your table is over there.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave