Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?

Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.

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.

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

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.

And men my prophet wail deride!

It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.