Sierra Dean Quotes
“Nonsense. Everyone knows Canadians are a peaceful people.” He was laughing now.
“Tell that to the White House circa 1812,” I told him.
“Because that’s the year the peace-loving Canadians burned it to the ground.”
Dominick grabbed an empty bottle and jumped onto his chair. The room got silent in an instant as everyone paused to look at him. “Cheers to 1812.” He lifted his empty bottle.
The whole room whooped and raised their full glasses, howling in unison.
I could barely hear over the sound of my own laughter.”
“I'd been around other weres and never tasted a single one before Lucas passed me on the street last night. It was more than a little disconcerning. Lucas had told me it was an indication of the soul-bond I shared with him, so why could I taste Desmond? Surely it wasn't possible to be soul-bonded to two people. And why did I suddenly want a margarita?”
“Detective Castilla, your Secret is safe with me.” She blinked with surprise, and I groaned. “God, Holden. How long have you been waiting to use that line?” “About three years.” “And in three years you couldn’t find any room for improvement?” “I like a good pun, what can I say?” “Terrible.” I shook my head.”
“Desmond, I’m sorry. If I’ve offended you or your position in any way, it was unintentional.” He seemed to relax a little. “You have my word that any future insults will be much more personalized and meant only for you,” I added with a smile so wide he could not mistake my joking for malice. For reasons I couldn’t name, I didn’t want Desmond to dislike me.”
- Born: in Winnipeg.
- Description: Sierra Dean is a reformed historian. She was born and raised in the Canadian prairies and is allowed annual exit visas in order to continue her quest of steadily conquering the world one city at a time. Making the best of the cold Canadian winters, Sierra indulges in her less global interests: drinking too much tea and writing urban fantasy.
Ever since she was a young girl she has loved the idea of the supernatural coexisting with the mundane. As an adult, however, the idea evolved from the notion of fairies in flower beds, to imagining that the rugged-looking guy at the garage might secretly be a werewolf. She has used her overactive imagination to create her own version of the world, where vampire, werewolves, fairies, gods and monsters all walk among us, and she’ll continue to travel as much as possible until she finds it for real.
She’s also a book lover (of course!), obsessive collector of OPI nailpolish and the owner of way too many pairs of shoes.