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
judging style nine
That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
calling loser shane
Who are you calling?" (claire) Pizza hut" (shane) Loser" (claire)
brother names numbers
What’s your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean’s brother—he hadn’t been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn’t,either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. Can I call you None for short?
fear love-you believe
In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.
thinking funny-things i-dont-need-you
God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~
shoes pants fine
I’m taking off my shoes.’’ ‘‘Fine. Shoes off.’’ ‘‘And my pants.’’ ‘‘Don’t push it, Claire.
eye men zombie
Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. “Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too.” The raccoon eye make-up exaggerated her eye roll. “Dork.” “Didn’t know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you’re eating this week.
brain burning
What’s burning?” “Your brain.
another-day buried yeah
No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.
fun lips quitting
Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.
girl please
You are the weirdest girl ever.” “Please. You live with Eve.
kids guy littles
I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?” “I started living with you guys.” “Oh, right.
girl class trust-me
She doesn’t usually back down that easily.” “Maybe she’s got class.” Eve snorted. “Trust me,” she said. “That girl’s got no class at all.
bars hey faces
Hey,” he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. “I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.