Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.

Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.

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

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.

Would you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wave around at the next Council meeting to get the point across?” His eyes flashed. “Got any to spare?” I could’ve picked somebody rational. But no, I had to fall in love with this arrogant idiot. Come to the Keep with me, be my princess. Mourn me when your crazy dad kills me. Yeah, right.

Bran grabbed my hand,pulled me to a chest, and swung the heavy lid open. A white cloth covered the contents. He jerked it aside. Human heads filled the chest. "Oh God." He scooped a mummified head from the chest by a scalp lock and thrust it at me. "All of them are mine." This was officially the weirdest version of "come down to my place and I'll show you some etchings" I've ever been hit with.