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
guitar arms shane
You’re not going to suck.’’ ‘‘Not at the guitar, anyway,’’ Shane said, deadpan. Claire punched him in the arm. ‘‘Ow.
loser shut-up shane
shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off
nice shane said
Nice " Shane said. "I'm warming up to this bloodsucking thing Mikey." "No you're not." "Okay no I'm not but right now let's pretend I am.
shane pale predictable
Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.
calling loser shane
Who are you calling?" (claire) Pizza hut" (shane) Loser" (claire)
honey alive shane
Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.
ideas feelings shane
I know, he said. We are into the Bad Idea neighborhood and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. (Shane)
thank-god shane wells
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
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!
trying soundtracks shane
Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane
hair bathroom shane
EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me
floating insult shane
claire:shes floating whats wrong with that shane:Nothing but she didnt even insult me now thats just wrong.it desturbs me.
glasses expression special
When she set Shane’s glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] ‘‘What?’’ Shane asked her, and took a drink. ‘‘Did I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?
cutting voice long
Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not." "I'm happy with you." She heard the smile in his voice this time. "So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?" "I'm considering it," she said. And she was.