MaryJanice Davidson Quote
Have you lost your teeny tiny mind, you too-tall, too-skinny, too-crazy jerk?Oh, look who’s talking, Miss Let’s Blunder Around the Time Stream and Hang the Consequences! Thanks to you, we’ve got a dead Marc and alive Marc in the same timeline . . . in the same house! Thanks to you, I got chomped on by a dim, blonde, undead, selfish, whorish, blood-suckingleech when I was minding my own business in the past.Don’t you call me dim!Um. Everyone. Perhaps we should— Tina began.Wait, when did this happen? Marc asked. He had the look of a man desperately trying to buy a vowel. Past, an hour ago? Past, last year? Helpme out.Oh, biiiiig surprise! Laura threw her (perfectly manicured) hands in the air. Let me guess, you were soooo busy banging your dead husbandthat you haven’t had time to tell anybody anything.I was getting to it, I whined.Then after not telling anyone anything and not being proactive—or even active!—you grow up to destroy the world and bring about eternalnuclear winter or whatever the heck that was and how do you deal with your foreknowledge of terrible events to come? Have sex!An affirmation of life? Sinclair suggested. Never, I repeat, never had I loved him more. I was torn between slugging my sister and blowing myhusband. Hmm. Laura might have a point about my priorities . . . but jeez. Look at him. Yum.—even do it and what do you have to say for yourself? Huh?You’re just uptight, repressed, smug, antisex, and jealous, you Antichristing morally superior, fundamentally evil bitch.Laura and Marc gasped. My husband groaned.
Have you lost your teeny tiny mind, you too-tall, too-skinny, too-crazy jerk?Oh, look who’s talking, Miss Let’s Blunder Around the Time Stream and Hang the Consequences! Thanks to you, we’ve got a dead Marc and alive Marc in the same timeline . . . in the same house! Thanks to you, I got chomped on by a dim, blonde, undead, selfish, whorish, blood-suckingleech when I was minding my own business in the past.Don’t you call me dim!Um. Everyone. Perhaps we should— Tina began.Wait, when did this happen? Marc asked. He had the look of a man desperately trying to buy a vowel. Past, an hour ago? Past, last year? Helpme out.Oh, biiiiig surprise! Laura threw her (perfectly manicured) hands in the air. Let me guess, you were soooo busy banging your dead husbandthat you haven’t had time to tell anybody anything.I was getting to it, I whined.Then after not telling anyone anything and not being proactive—or even active!—you grow up to destroy the world and bring about eternalnuclear winter or whatever the heck that was and how do you deal with your foreknowledge of terrible events to come? Have sex!An affirmation of life? Sinclair suggested. Never, I repeat, never had I loved him more. I was torn between slugging my sister and blowing myhusband. Hmm. Laura might have a point about my priorities . . . but jeez. Look at him. Yum.—even do it and what do you have to say for yourself? Huh?You’re just uptight, repressed, smug, antisex, and jealous, you Antichristing morally superior, fundamentally evil bitch.Laura and Marc gasped. My husband groaned.
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About MaryJanice Davidson
She is the creator of the popular Undead series. She is both a New York Times and USA Today bestseller.
She won a 2004 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award
and was nominated for the same award in 2005. Davidson lives in Minnesota with her husband and two children. She grew up on military bases and moved often, as she was the child of a United States Air Force airman. Pamela Clare of USA Today wrote, "It's Davidson's humor, combined with her innate storytelling ability and skill with dialogue, that has lifted her from small presses to the big best-seller lists.". Davidson is the mother of fantasy author C. M. Alongi.