As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

He strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. “Rape,” he promised. “Many, many times. Until you bleed . . .” “I’m so flattered.

I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies don’t look awful this time. Me (Ilona): ... ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, you’ve got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right?

Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.