Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he apears.

The good doctor put a spoon of tea into my honey." "You're drinking tea a honey badger made," Jim said. "What did you expect?

Shane lowered his glasses on his nose and gave me his version of a severe stare. I leaned a little toward Luther. "Is this the part where I faint in fear?" Luther bit his lip. "He might also accept falling to your knees and holding your hands in humble supplication. Makes it easier for him to slap the cuffs on.

Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said “Chernobog.” The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn’t be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.

Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.

Your ability to remain alive never ceases to amaze me.

I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.