Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.

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

Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic consort?" "Yeah, I want a vacation." -Kate & Curran to Jim

The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.

Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.

Dali blinked at me. "Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or second jar on the left." I opened the first jar and looked inside. Coffee. The label said BORAX. "What's up with the labels?" Dali shrugged. "You're in the house of a cat whose job is to spy. He thinks he's clever. I'd be careful with the silverware drawer. There might be a bomb in it.