You're screening your calls?" "Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots." "Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl. "You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue

People can snap. People have a limit. And some people are just plain nuts.

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

Shave that jaw, brush that hair, tone down the crazy in the eyes, and he would have to fight women off with that crossbow.

Give me a few minutes.” “You have time.” He sat in the grass. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” “Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best.” “Peasant?” He shrugged. “You started the name calling.

Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.