Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

Pretty please. With sugar.