anita-blake

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren__ sure which side you__e on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn__ make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I__ not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong, and who the good guys are, and who the bad guys are. Then the world got very gray, and I didn't know anything for a long time

I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death. Jean-Claude and even Richard would try to hold me alive out of love or something that passed for it. Even my family and other friends would fight to keep me alive. If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will.

He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.

I couldn't think of anything helpful to say, so I resorted to humor, my shield of last resort. 'Just please tell me they don't have a dog and a picket fence.'He smiled. 'No fence, but a dog, two dogs.''What kind of dogs?' I asked.He smiled and glanced at me, wanting to see my reaction. 'Maltese. Their names are Peeka and Boo.''Oh, shit, Edward, you're joking me.''Donna wants the dogs included in the engagement pictures.'I stared at him, and the look on my face seemed to amuse him. He laughed. 'I'm glad you're here, Anita, because I don't know a single other person who I'd have admitted this to.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

Let__ pretend it is a threat, because you need to understand that the other officers aren__ keeping me safe from you; they__e keeping you safe from me.