You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.

Yeah,I know you're a creature of the night.Bringer of death,sucker of blood, needer of tans,so on and so forth. And oddly enough,I'm still unimpressed." He narrowed his eyes. "How do you know what I am,child?" What is it with paranormals and calling me "child?" I'd be seventeen in Decemder. How about a nice "ma'am" or something?

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

I—What on earth just happened?” “Well, nothing on Earth, obviously.

Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.

You wonderful girl. I’ve missed you so much.” “Well, now that we’re both unemployed fugitives, think of how much time we’ll have to hang out!