I’d signed six things and my stack wasn’t getting any smaller. It was like the paperwork was breeding while I worked.

Who is that?” “Your replacement.” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.

Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.

…Something isn’t right with you and this property. Strange things happen around it. I don’t know what is going on, but I will find out. You could make it easier on yourself by coming clean.” “Sure. This is a magic bed-and-breakfast and the two guys in my kitchen are aliens from outerspace.

Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.

Cerise ran through the course in her mind. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” She paused, not sure if she’d said it correctly. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” “Thank you, Dora. Put the sword back into Backpack and we’ll go.” He nodded at the river. “Who is Dora?” “You are. Dora the Explorer. Vamanos. Put the sword away or I will take it from you.

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