I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Keep the change, Gin," McCallister said in a smarmy, mocking voice. "Consider it an early Christmas present." "Aw," I drawled. "A whopping thirteen cents. You're too kind, Jonah. Why, you'd put Ebezener Scrooge to shame with your bighearted generosity.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.