Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine is a pen name of Roxanne Longstreet Conrad, an American writer of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and horror novels. She also publishes media tie-in novels as Julie Fortune...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 April 1962
CountryUnited States of America
thank-god shane wells
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
running coke apocalypse
Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.
father disease
Your father's an asshole. It's not a disease. You don't have to catch it.
phones texas cells
She dug in her backpack, found her cell phone, and checked for coverage. It was kind of lame in Morganville, truthfully, out in the middle of the prarie, in the middle of Texas, which was about as middle of nowhere as it was possible to get unless you wanted to go to Mongolia or something.... Claire started dialing numbers. The first person told her that they'd already found somebody.... The second one sounded like a weird old guy. The third one was a weird old lady. The fourth one... well, the fourth one was just plain weird.
scholar wells
I'm learning all the time." "Well, you're a scholar.
kitchen stampede shane
See?" she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. "She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!" "Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!
vampire sticks hunters
Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.
love-you over-you looks
You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall. "Love you, too, jackass!
moving ninja certificates
Did you see my ninja move?That was fast, right?" "You are not a ninja, Shane." "I've watched all the movies. I just haven't gotten the certificate from the correspondence course yet.
trying skirts looks
Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt
selfish dark survival
Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.
queens princess thanks
Claire - "Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful?" Eve - "Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness.
lying stupid light
What's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo." "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you." Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind." She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her.
summer teacher crazy
Claire was struggling through last summer’s diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazy/stylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragon’s head on it. And, on his lapel was a button that said, If you can read this, thank a teacher.