He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

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

How are you?" "Perfectly fine," he said. "Are your ribs broken?" "Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully." "Did this settle anything?" "It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?" "I saw.

I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.

Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.

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

What did you write on here? ‘Don’t die’?” “No, I wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole!’”I headed for the house. “On yours or mine?” “On yours.” “Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.