I did some thinking.” “That is a very dangerous pastime,” Ghastek said.

I was a knight," Andrea said. "I'm not just going to start shooting every dickhead who mouths off to me." "Just making sure." "Besides, if I shot him, I'd do it so nobody could trace it back to me. I'd shoot him somewhere remote, his head would explode like a melon, and they would never find his body. He would just vanish.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

What's with the cute shoelace on your head?" "What this?" He flicked the end of the cord with his finger. "Yeah. Rambo called, he wants his bandana back.

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.(...)

Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.