What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.

I jerked to a stop at the door to my room. "What's wrong with my boots?" I said, thinking they were the only thing that I was going to keep on. Ah…the only thing from this outfit, not the only thing total.

[Jenks]"I think you're all screwy in the head," he said when Bis nodded his encouragement. "But go ahead. I've got Quen's number in my phone. I'll call him if you both explode in a flash of black underwear and money so I won't have to fly all the way home.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.