"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
About Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost — Life and Legacy
Jeaniene Frost is a prominent author in the urban fantasy genre, celebrated for her engaging storytelling and complex characters. Her notable work, the Night Huntress series, intricately weaves themes of love and identity, exploring how these elements shape her characters' journeys. Frost's writing often reflects a deep understanding of human emotions, as seen in her quote, 'Love is a battlefield,' which illustrates the struggles and conflicts inherent in romantic relationships. Frost's characters frequently face internal and external conflicts that challenge their identities, particularly as they navigate their supernatural abilities. This exploration of identity is crucial, as it reveals the tension between personal desires and societal expectations. For instance, her protagonist Cat Crawfield embodies this struggle, torn between her human nature and her vampire heritage. The relevance of Frost's quotes and themes continues to resonate with readers today, as they reflect universal experiences of love, identity, and the complexities of relationships. Her ability to blend romance with supernatural elements not only entertains but also invites readers to reflect on their own emotional landscapes.
Quote collection
Jeaniene Frost quotes (page 1 of 20)
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"Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist."
"It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him."
"You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!"
"I am a nice young girl here to pick up your granddaughter for the weekend... We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her. - Bones to Cat's grandparents"
"You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!"
"Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch"
"That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle."
"Winston Gallagher!" I said, recognizing the first ghost I'de met. Then my eyes narrowed & I covered my hand in front of my crotch as I saw Winstons gaze fasten there next. "Don't even think about poltergeisting my panties again". "This is the sod? Come here you scurvy little--" "Bones don't!" I interrupted. He stopped, giving a last glare to him while mouthing YOU. ME. EXORCIST. before returning to my side."
"I couldn't help shaking my head as I looked at him. Ian slept like a baby every morning - well, a baby who continually kept one hand down his pants."
"Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands."
"You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed."
"I will never stop loving you. No one can change that. No matter what happens later, I’ll still love you."
"Movies. Drinks. Headless chickens. You know, girl stuff."
"We're going to knock those demons out and slay them with the power of Jesus. Hallelujah, can I get an amen?- Timmie"
"I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins."
"She was my mother. I couldn't threaten to slap, stab, beat or even name call her. I tried to think of something to scare her into never mentioning the predicament with the Dreamsnatcher again. I'll become a swinger," I said. her eyes bugged. Uptight rearing made her uncomfortable with alternate lifestyles. "That's right. threesomes, foursomes, and more. bones knows about a thousand chicks who'd love to hop into bed with us. It'll be kinky, we'll get out freak on.-"
"Happy belated birthday, Cat," he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. "Aren't you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We wold have had lattes and hors d'oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?"
"I’m the only authentic Vlad. Everyone else is merely an envious imitation."
"If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to."