Craig Schaefer Quotes

Unfortunately, Jessie said, he caught a terminal case of death.

Hit me with eighty thousand volts of electricity. Every muscle in my body went rigid, and I flopped like a fish on the pavement, hitting

Redemption Choir. Half-demons who want to be human, I said. So they’re the good guys. No, I said. They’re nuts, and they just kidnapped a priest. They’re the bad guys. Who’s AB? Special Agent Harmony...

The Nook was in a perpetual state of slightly organized chaos, like it had been hit by a tornado followed by a slightly mad librarian with bold new ideas about the Dewey decimal system.

All the danger, none of the reward.

She arched an eyebrow. You already know? I stole his soul, lost his soul, exorcised his soul from another person’s body, stuffed him in a bottle, pulled a short con, and now the Choir thinks I’m Gille...

Stacy, Artie snapped, I don’t have time for this shit, okay— The first message, which she said you’d understand, is that she’s one of Caitlin’s sisters. She’s going to make sure you stay properly ente...

You’ll want to cut your wrists with the whole knife, but you’ll only need the edge!

Gandhi doesn’t pick up an AK-47, and Pixie doesn’t volunteer to splash blood on her hands.

Viridithol, I said, my blood running cold as I pieced the story together. You reckless, dumb sons of bitches. You put samples of plant life from another fucking dimension in a drug and fed it to pregn...

Has anybody ever stolen anything from this place and lived to talk about it? Halima crossed her arms. Allegedly, a bartender was once short on cab fare home. He borrowed five dollars from the till, in...

You can’t take a life—good or bad, whether they’ve got it coming or not—you can’t take a life without burning out a little of the light in your heart. And you’ve only got so much light.

His gaze slid from her headscarf to her glass of club soda. Still pretending to be a Muslim? Hey, Damien, Freddie said, still pretending to be a man? Dances-with-Knives, a pleasure as always. He lower...

Now you’ve brought him in for a burglary that, unless I’m mistaken, didn’t actually take place. He was in the process of breaking into the building, she said. We caught him in the act. Somehow, his sm...

Jenna Rearden thinks you might be the Devil. Yet here you are. I finished my drink. Lucky for you, I only take payment in cash. I folded the envelope into my pocket, rose, and shook his hand. His grip...

I looked around, my heart pounding faster, trying to spot it before it could get the jump on me. The creature was near, but the noise sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once. No, I realized...

I could see the sorrow in her eyes as she gently brushed his hair aside and kissed his brow. Then she snapped his neck. Ben’s corpse tumbled to the floor. Emma sank to her knees beside him, mute. She...

Nobody answered. I put my thumb on the hammer of my gun and cocked it back. A meaningless gesture on most modern pistols, but thanks to Hollywood it got the point across. I’ve got four hostages here,...

I liked my old place, a rehabbed motel room in the shadow of the Vegas strip. Really felt like home—until a psycho half-demon pitched a Molotov cocktail through my window.

It’s about doing what you can, whenever you can, to stand up for what you believe. You fight and you never, ever give up. That’s what makes a man.