You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.

You probably love to tell kids to get off your lawn, too.

How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I'd die for you. Why wouldn't I want to live for you as well?

Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.

Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.

No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner.

Have you met my boyfriend?” There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us.