Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

Uh, what are you doing?” “Nothing much. Just erasing all of Calinda’s good grades and replacing them with incompletes. Eventually, the administrators will figure out what happened, but I’m making it look like a computer error. Still, I imagine she’ll get some nasty lectures from her profs and parents in the meantime.

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.