You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

I tried to tell you that it's not Spade in there." "You could have tried harder. I absolutely never needed to know that Ian was pierced down there.

Good. If you checked your e-mail every five minutes, or keep texting and Tweeting in the middle of our conversation, I might snap your neck out of sheer principle.

You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones

Kitten." His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part... where you don't have a choice.

People frequently bore me, sometimes amuse me, most often irritate me, but rarely intrigue me.

He also deeply distrusts vampires, as you had guessed yourself,” Bones added. “Aside from that, all I heard was enough repetitions of ‘how many chucks could a woodchuck chuck’ to make me want to stake myself.