One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.

The laws of physics have already been violated. What happens if they decide to press charges?

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

Is there any time in your life when you do not feel the need for caffeine?" "Sure. Sometimes I'm asleep.

Being a King sort of sucks," I said. Quentin wrinkled his nose, "So does your outfit." "Blood is in this season.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.

How did you find me anyway." "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you." Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.