I want to punish them. I want that punishment to be so hard, so vicious that the next who takes their place wets himself at the mere thought of trying to fight me.

I know it's late, but could you find a book for me? It's called The Slavs: Study of Pagan Tradition by Osvintsev." Barabas sighed dramatically. "Kate, you make me despair. Let's try that again from the top, except this time pretend you are an alpha." "I don't need a lecture. I just need the book." "Much better. Little more growl in the voice?" "Barabas!" "And we're there. Congratulations!

Andrea raised her eyebrows. "Look at you, all high-speed." "Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something." Andrea held her hand out. "You'll jinx it.

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

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.