Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead, he called. And you said my dispersal system would never work!
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.
There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.
Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.
I don’t see a way in, Eve whispered.Why are you whispering? Myrnin whispered back. Vampires can hear us, anyway.
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.
What was your name again?Still Eve.No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.
Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.
Are you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance? Hannah asked. Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over.Let him go, Claire sai...
Will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?The mirror's a great place to start
Is this your bedroom? she asked, and turned to look at him. Myrnin straightened and jammed the big red floppy hat back on his head. The feathers waved back and forth.Don't get any ideas, he said. I'm...
I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.
Goodness,' Myrnin said quietly. 'I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]Don't they teach you anything in your schools?Not about .Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing...
When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.
Claire was struggling through last summer’s diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazy/stylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to an...
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.