They-" He stopped and just blinked at me for a minute. "You know, people are always saying that you're cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell 'em, no, she's okay. She's got some...anger management issues. But you know what? They're right. You're nuts.

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.

I looked up, but had to crane my head back, leaving the features above me wrong-side up. The clear green eyes were the same, and, unfortunately, so was the spiky blond hair. It didn’t look any better from this angle, I decided.

I was alive, they were not. Go Me. (Touch the Dark)

I’m driving,” Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he’d done it a hundred times. “You’re drunk.” I wished. “I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.” “If you needed water, why didn’t you drink water?” “I don’t like water.

You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off.