Here. Have a Coke. That’s good for a sore throat, right?Good for everything, Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. Thanks.You owe me a dollar, Eve said. I’ll add it to the fiv...
Hey! Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall.No onions!Your loss!I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight!Damn, girl. Harsh.
Oh, come on, just this once, Eve said. Protects your neck. As in your arteries and veins?That's kind of crucial, right?Thanks for the thought, but it doesn't go with my shoes.You're seriously going to...
Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.
See? he said, with an unholy amount of glee. I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often.No. Trust me, you shouldn't, Eve said. Think of all the little old people and the children.
Well, Naomi said cheerfully, what’s the worst that can happen? They were silent, considering that, because there were just so many possibilities. But in the end, it was a better idea than Facebook.
You're seriously going to worry about what people think right now?No, I'm worrying about people taking pictures and putting them on Facebook. That crap never dies. Kind of like you, Mikey.
Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.
Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. What?Ask him where he got the boots.You ask. Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go.Ooh, me, too, Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. What? It's what girls do. Get over it.
Happy birthday, she said. And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.
Hell,' Shane spit in disgust. 'I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.' He tossed her the bat.
I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.
I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy. He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants, Eve said. Define crazy.
Myrnin said softly. And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?
Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.
Rambo was a Green Beret, Hannah said. Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.
What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes? Morley asked, leaning even closer. E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air. He seemed very smug that he knew that. Well, not exactly, an...
When I want to be lectured on strategy, I'll consult someone who's actually won battles,' Amelie said. 'Not one who ran away from them.''Snap,' Eve said.'You know what they're talking about?' Shane as...
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