Craig Schaefer Quotes

When you fight, though, that badge means you’ve gotta keep your gloves on. I don’t. I use brass knuckles.

I smiled. Hey, ‘Eve,’ I said. Think you’ve got some uninvited guests. Now they were on three monitors. Teams of men in uniform black, huddled down behind riot shields, forcing their way into the Encla...

I was about one demographic too old, one decade out of fashion, and two tax brackets too poor to hang with this crowd.

She pointed at our hands. Are you two rutting? That is so gross. Justine stood next to her with her mouth agape. You are so gross. No, Caitlin said, grinning. We’re holding hands. What I did with your...

This was the real blues, down-home raw and ragged, drenched with sweat and sex and the bloodied edge of a switchblade.

She slapped an envelope down on the table and loudly announced, Fredrika Vinter, House of Vinter, champion of good taste. If you don’t know what that is, I’ll buy you a dictionary.

It wasn’t…it wasn’t anything personal, he finally said. Funny, I told him. When somebody tries to screw somebody else over and fails hard? That’s always the first thing out of their mouth. ‘It was onl...

Why are they trying to kill me? he squealed, cupping his hands over his head. They’re not, I told him. They’re trying to kill me. So stay close. They’re trying to kill you, so I should stay close? He...

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

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

I’d never broken into a cemetery before. There’s a first time for everything.

I’d rather be hopeful and wrong than jaded and right.

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.

Magic was the cheat codes for the universe.

They’re Wildcat Sport XTs. Four-stroke engines, double A-arm suspension, front differential locks. Those babies can haul ass. Which isn’t going to mean a thing, Paul said, when you ram straight into a...

Does it still look like Jules Verne built a brothel? I nodded. I think they call that steampunk now, but yeah. It’s also got free-roaming man-eating shadows for a security system. And does anyone know...

Good evening, Eisenberg Correctional. This is your new warden speaking. You may have noticed that every single door in the prison has just opened. This is in keeping with our new ‘leave whenever you w...

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...

I felt like the sheriff in an old Western, gearing up for a showdown at high noon, only to find out the black-hat outlaw accidentally fell off his horse and died from a concussion on his way to the gu...

I hit the arrow key one last time and froze. I’d captured it, all right. It nearly filled the frame, so big it would have to squeeze through the loft’s doors to move around. Or squirm through. I could...