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“You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?"
He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?"
"I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.”
― Rachel Caine, Firestorm

“You went back in time,鈥� he repeated, 鈥渁nd you expect his cell phone to work?鈥�
鈥淲ell, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn鈥檛! Shouldn鈥檛 he have?鈥�
Morrison, very steadily, said, 鈥淲ere you together?鈥�
鈥淣o! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!鈥�
鈥淚 see.鈥� There was a pause. 鈥淭he man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,鈥� a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, 鈥渢ime traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can鈥檛 think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.鈥�
鈥淓xcept I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!鈥�
鈥淛oanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.鈥�
I didn鈥檛 think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, 鈥淵eah?鈥�
Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, 鈥淚 love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,鈥� and hung up.”
― C.E. Murphy, Raven Calls

“I didn't bring you here," he said. "You think you're Miss Special Destiny of the year?"
"No," I shot back, furious. "And I don't damn well want to be - whatever the hell you are. But sometimes there isn't a choice. Right?"
"Careful. You might accidentally make some sense. Ruin your reputation."
"You are infuriating!"
"Yep," he agreed. "It's been said.”
― Rachel Caine, Firestorm

“Make sure you wear something appropriate, dear. You never know who you鈥檒l run into and it鈥檚 always smart to look your best.”
― Joanne Fluke, Lemon Meringue Pie Murder

“She skinned her hair back into a ponytail, a style she knew was probably too young for her, but she planned to drive with her windows open and she could ditch the elastic band once she got to the lake.”
― Joanne Fluke, Lemon Meringue Pie Murder