Are you armed? Oliver asked her.She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. No.Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself.Claire swallowed. Uh,...
All right, he said. Since you ask so nicely.I wasn't asking.I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.
Myrnin came in from the back room, carrying a load of books, which he dropped with aloud bang on the floor to glare at the two of them. "Excuse me," he said, "but when did my labbecome appropriate for...
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.
That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
Shane talking to Claire - Hang on - Slow down. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right? You don't have to put out to keep me here. Well, as long as you eventually...Shut up Claire said.
Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.
Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.
Maybe you're not his type. Michael saidOh, now you're just being insulting.
Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.
I have permission to live off campus. She didn’t say from whom, because it was primarily herself.
I don’t see a way in, Eve whispered.Why are you whispering? Myrnin whispered back. Vampires can hear us, anyway.
Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?''Since you're carrying one? Feel free.
Claire. Wake up. She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane’s shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn’t rea...
The vamp in McMann’s stared at me. I guess he didn’t like the Goth look. Most of them don’t; somehow they think I’m making fun of them.Which I totally am.
The first purpose of a librarian is to preserve and defend our books. Sometimes, that means dying for them - or making someone else die for them. Tota est scientia.
Take her home. And-Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times, Myrnin said, much too sharply. I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.
Shane: Score, he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. Who's your daddy?- Black Dawn
Shane was silent a moment, then let out a long breath. I bet I could convince you if I could get through these bars. . . .You'd get arrested all over again.Well, you're just that tempting. Jailbait. H...