Top 250 Susan Ee Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “I just got tired of the wetness sticking to me, that’s all. I think I was pretty safe from the threat of your joke being funny.”

— Susan Ee

202. “I’m not out to save the world, just my sister. That.”

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203. “I hear nothing and see no movement. There’s nothing but my fear telling me to abort. So I go on.”

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204. “While everyone was distracted, your mother set the place on fire. She is one fierce woman.”

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205. “Raffe kneels down and places me on the asphalt. He lifts my hair to one side and lets it run through his fingers as it slowly cascades over my shoulder. His head is haloed in firelight above me, his face in shadow. He runs his fingers across my lips in a slow, gentle touch. Then he pulls away stiffly as if every muscle is fighting him.”

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206. “I can tell by their roughness that they expect a major struggle. We Young girls are getting a reputation.”

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207. “He doesn’t seem at all embarrassed that they assume we made out.”

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208. “I look up and see Raffe watching me. I feel a wave of awkwardness. Raffe grabs me around the waist and lifts me into his arms like in an old-time movie. His arms cradle my back and knees. I reflexively wrap my arms around his neck. For a moment, I’m confused, and the silliest thoughts flood through my head. “Don’t let me go,” he says.”

— Susan Ee

209. “What is it that you think is going to get me?” My arm rubs against his when I shift to look at him. “The list is endless.” “Since when did you become so protective?” “Since my enemies have determined that you’re my Daughter of Man.”

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210. “Sensual? I almost giggle. What kind of word is that to pop into my head? I’m not sure I’ve ever thought of anything as being sensual before.”

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211. “I nod, trying to get the image out of my head of Raffe dancing to some rock song. possibly buck naked.”

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212. “I can’t help looking up at the overcast sky for a particular angel with bat-shaped wings and a corny sense of humor. I.”

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213. “I’m not usually a girl who hopes for a damsel-in-distress rescue but no matter the odds against it, this would be a freakin’ fantastic time for Raffe to come and sweep me into the sky.”

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214. “But the thing that really convinces me that the apocalypse is here is the crunching of smartphones under my feet. Nothing short of the end of the world would get our eco-conscious techies to toss their latest gadgets onto the street.”

— Susan Ee

215. “Strong arms wrap around my waist, and a boot kicks the severed hand off my ankle, leaving maggots on my leg. I shut my eyes and try not to squeal. “Get the maggots off me!”

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216. “Both are women dressed in tight dresses and high.”

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217. “You’ve fought off a gang of men twice your size, killed an angel warrior, stood up to an archangel, and wielded an angel sword.” Raffe cocks his head. “But you scream like a little girl when you see a maggot?”

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218. “I’ve been trying not to be a big baby by insisting on holding his hand in front of the angels, but the urge is strong. I don’t want to embarrass him even when he’s unconscious. But now that the others are gone, I sit beside him and hold his hand. It’s warm, and I pull it to my chest to warm me up.”

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219. “He’s not just a mere mortal,” says Dum. “Look at him. He’s probably got some super-strength badass juice in his pocket right now. One gulp and his muscles would have muscles.”

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220. “Raffe ignores it and continues to kiss me. We hold each other, pressing tighter and harder together. We fly in each other’s arms in the rain over a smoldering hell.”

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221. “There’s been a rumor about a teenage girl who killed an angel,” says Obi. “They say she has a sword that might be disguised as a teddy bear.” He looks at Pooky Bear dangling off my hip. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” I blink innocently at him, wondering if it’s better to own it or deny it.”

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222. “Maybe we can relax here for a few seconds,” says Little B. “Oops, time’s up,” says Howler, slapping his hand on Little B’s shoulder. “Back to being tense and hunted.”

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223. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been this perfect since the beginning of time.” He is so close that his breath caresses my ear. “Oh, please. Your giant head is getting too big for this forest. Pretty soon, you’re going to get stuck trying to walk between two trees. And then, I’ll have to rescue you.” I give him a weary look. “Again.”

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224. “I wilt in Raffe’s arms. My head dangles, my eyes are open but unfocused, my breathing imperceptible. Just like a dead body. “NO!” Raffe grips me as if he can bind my soul to my body.”

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225. “He sighs. “I miss the days when females could be ordered around and they’d have no choice.” “Sure that wasn’t just a myth?”

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226. “If I were I human, I’d plow the nicest farm for you.”

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227. “Raffe nods to one of the Watchers who then takes position below us. I’m guessing he’s there to catch me if I fall. “Don’t you dare let me go,” I say.”

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228. “My mother is nowhere to be seen, and I can only assume she is giving me the professional courtesy of letting me deal with my “personal demon” in private.”

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229. “My mother doesn’t usually lie, but she does have a habit of being vaguely evasive.”

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230. “Sixers pour in from every edge of the bridge. We humans back into the center as they lumber toward us. I have my knives out, but they might as well be toothpicks pointed at an army of grizzlies. “Penryn!” I look up to see Raffe watching me with anguish in his eyes as his Watchers hold him at a safe distance from us.”

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231. “He looks good in a baseball cap. I mentally roll my eyes at myself. I’m such a dork. The world is coming to an end, my sister is a man-eating monster, there’s a dying man in the store with us, and we’ll be lucky to survive another night. And I’m here drooling after a guy who doesn’t even want me. He’s not even human. How messed up is that? Sometimes, I wish I could take a vacation from myself.”

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232. “I’d always found kissing nice and pleasant, like smelling roses or laughter on a summer day. What I just experienced with Raffe was another animal. This was a knee-melting, gut-twisting, vein-tingling, nuclear meltdown compared to other kisses I’d had.”

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233. “Come on, admit it, Pooky Bear,” I said to the sword. “You love your new look. All the other swords will be jelaous.”

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234. “Oh, Raffe versus Godzilla. Now that’s a fight I’d love to take bets on,” says Dum.”

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235. “You’re a hero, Penryn, whether you like it or not.”

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236. “He rips open the package and pulls out the thread. It’s the same snowy white as his wings. He holds the thread and hair together and twirls them with his thumb and forefinger so that the two strands intertwine. Holding the ends together, he steps over to the sword that lies on the counter and wraps the strand around the sword’s grip. “Stop complaining,” he says to the sword. “It’s for luck.”

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237. “But then again, Cinderella didn’t live in a post-apocalyptic world invaded by avenging angels.”

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238. “I must have been seriously frustrated by my lack of sword-fighting skills to make all this up. My dream head hurts just thinking about it.”

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239. “But Pooky Bear made me special. I was more than just a girl with it. I was an angel killer.”

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240. “You’re smarter than you look,” I say to Raffe. “But not as smart as he thinks,” says Howler.”

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241. “I look up. Raffe and the others are frozen in the middle of their fight. Everyone is staring at us. A human girl. Killing a warrior angel. In a sword fight. Impossible.”

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242. “If Michelangelo had seen this in daylight with the sun streaming down from the glass dome, he’d have fallen on his knees and painted ’till he was blind.”

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243. “Another angel has snuck up on me. His wings are golden and his face chiseled, but he looks at me with the cold eyes of a killer. Before I can figure out what to do, snowy wings blot out the angel. It’s Raffe. And he has two of his Watchers backing him up.”

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244. “Is this goodbye?” I ask. He nods. We look into each other’s eyes. As usual, I have no idea what he’s thinking. I could make guesses, but they’d be fantasy.”

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245. “You are so great at creative solutions,” he says, still chuckling. “They usually involve ripping, tearing, kicking, or stabbing, but they’re creative.”

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246. “Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. “If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.” He gestures toward my opponent rolling on the ground with his hands cradling his package.”

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247. “I’ve heard plenty of wacky things in my time and you just have to learn to roll with them without directly challenging the person spewing the weirdness. Challenging weirdness is a pointless and sometimes dangerous exercise.”

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248. “I suppose I have a special talent for showing up where I shouldn’t be.”

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249. “Rage boils through my veins. My heart screams for blood. My hands tremble with the need to squeeze his throat shut.”

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250. “If I didn’t love your laugh so much, I’d kick you off this extremely noisy and bumpy vehicle and let you shiver in the freezing water.” He loves my laugh.”

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