Anytime you want to lay off the paybacks God, that'd be great.

Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?" "What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.

I’d relived enough terrible events happening to cautious people to know that prudence wasn’t a guarantee for happiness.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat

Try not to think too often, you'll only hurt yourself

After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted comfortable surroundings while plotting to murder one famed historical figure with another one. ~Cat

I’m in, Cat. I’d never leave you. Especially when you’ve got death breathing down your neck.” “Very funny,” I retorted, since Bones was inches from my throat