Cough clenched, and vomited something chunky into the grass. Terrific. The big dog sat on his haunches and looked at William with a perplexed expression on his face. "Well, eat it back up," William hissed. "Don't waste it." Cough gave a tiny whine. "I'm not eating your puke." Cough panted at him. "No.

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

You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.

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

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.