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.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I’ve been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I’ve said is…an understatement.

Revenge was the emptiest of emotions. Apparently it motivated people to do the stupidest things as well.

I hadn't expected to be kidnapped today or I'd have worn something more conservative.

Any situation was better faced with an empty bladder, a clean body, and a lack of morning breath.

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?