Sure, she said, and hugged the laptop bag closer. What could go wrong?Michael’s eyes flashed to meet hers in the rearview mirror.Besides everything, I mean, she said.
Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much. Dick. That's not what you said last night.Bite me.
See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?-Shane (Glass Houses)
Rambo was a Green Beret, Hannah said. Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.
Silence, and then Eve said, Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.
What’s your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know.Dean’s brother—he hadn’t been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn’t, either. He had a...
He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants, Eve said. Define crazy.
Go to hell and take that with you! She shouted it right in Amelie’s face. Evewas an exotic blaze of color against Amelie’s white fury.And then she slapped the Founder in the face.
But that quickly faded, and he frowned. You're bleeding, he said. What happened?Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something...
That's it? That's your big goodbye? Eve asked.Claire looked at Eve mystified. I think I need guy CliffNotes.Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffNotes.What were you waiting for, flowery poetry? Shane...