I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

I can't be under arrest now... I don't have time.

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

Molly, you are a good person. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself.

Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.

My gast was pretty well flabbered.