I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.

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

What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.

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

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.