He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.

He finished the bandage and was examining it critically. "You know those things are unreliable." His voice held just a touch of reproach. “Eleven out of twelve work fine. I’d say that’s better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try.

I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.

It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down?" She had no idea. "I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.