#claire

Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!” “Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him! ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #shane-collins #death

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#art

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #death

He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded" Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first." Michael shook his head. "So what's on your good list?" "Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN, Like I died saving a busload of supermodels" Claire smacked his arm. "Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#michael-glass #shane-collins #death

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #death

He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right?" "Like what?" "Like hitting on you." "Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way." Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee. "What? You think he does?" "Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood." "Again, Ew! What's with you this morning?" "Not enough coffee. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#funny #ghost-town #humor #michael-glass #morganville-vampires

I know you enjoy coffee, I´d offer you some. But, the last time I got you coffee, it didn´t work out so well for me." Tony smirked, "God, Claire you´re something else. I can´t imagine anyone else joking about that." "Well, see, you misinterpreted. I wasn´t joking. I´m actually still pissed as hell. ↗

— Aleatha Romig

#imagination

Ik ben niet bevreesd, noch voor de ouderdom noch voor de dood, maar berusting is me schrikbeeld. Nooit zou ik aan de oevers waar braafheid en gezapigheid wonen, willen aanleggen. Ik ben nu vijfentachtig, ik schrijf nog steeds en ik zou nog tot liefhebben in staat zijn. ↗

— Claire Goll

#ageing #claire-goll #love #old #passion

You can regret the end of her life forever. Or you can remember her and honor the life she lived. ↗

— Jessica Scott

#life

If she’d ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared...that was different. He’d done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#claire-danvers #love #morganville #love