The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges. "What are you doing?" Ghastek asked. "My hole puncher broke." "You have no respect for the undead.

You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.

He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.

May I say that I am delighted that my favorite alpha is feeling better. Why, you'll be running recklessly into danger against overwhelming odds anytime now.

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.