Цитаты из книг — Джордан Прайс

It was real sweet, except that he’d drugged me and ridden me to within an inch of my life, and I was still so high I was paralyzed and mute. But other than that, I guess it was pretty romantic.

“He offered me a scholarship.” Fuck. When? Probably through e-mail. That fucking pink computer. For all I knew, Harman was typing the invitation up right in front of me on his PDA-thing, trying to whisk my “companion” away from me right under my own nose. “And a position as a lab assistant.” Harman had been able to turn…

“You felt okay on that pier?” He looked at me sideways, with his eyebrows knit. “I don’t follow you.” “The water. It didn’t feel freaky or anything?” “We weren’t in the water. We were on the pier.” This was Michael-logic. I should have seen it coming.

How was “sorry” gonna cut it, anyway? The words were so tiny I couldn’t get hold of them. It was like trying to pick up gravel. You said you were sorry when you puked a bottle of tequila onto someone’s bed. Not when you half-assedly turned them because you couldn’t keep your tainted spit to yourself.

“I’m going to keep hunting bad vampires.” He snorted. “And here I thought you’d rather be a dentist.” Fine, mock. Better than him shutting down and going all quiet, like he’d been in the kitchen. “You can do it…with me.” “My guidance counselor told me that my serial killer skills were totally lacking. He recommended I…

“Look, you’re great eye candy and all, but I can tell you’d be way too high-maintenance for someone like me. Besides, you’ve got that pointy hobby of yours. And I’ve got my special diet—humanitarianism.”