Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.

A classroom . People trying to stick me in classrooms was becoming as predictable and annoying as people trying to kill me, but with less-fun results.

What was premeditated murder if not calculated leverage?

Max?” said the Gasman. “Are those, um, rats?” Lovely. “Yes, those do appear to be either rats or mice on steroids,” I said briskly, trying not to shriek and climb the walls like a girly-girl.

I'd been told that he had been created-literally created-just for me,as my "perfect other half." Let me tell you-if Dylan was my perfect other half, then i needed to give my first half a seriouis look-see.

You're lucky if you find something you like to do, and it's a miracle if somebody will pay you to do it.

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!