Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!

Did I just kill someone?" "You can't kill a dead person," Callum said. "Makes no sense.

It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.

Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.

We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.