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

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?" "Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?

Honest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.

Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too. "It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.

The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.

So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?