Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.

I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed. Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.

Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini.

No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he'd already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn’t worried about her coming after him— or, if so, what would happen when she did.

Great," Shane said. "Look i'd rather not be on janitorial duty. I have allergies to cleaners." "And to cleaning," Michael said. "Look who's talking, Didn't the do one of those Animal Planet documentaries about the roaches in your room?

You better check your playlist. Because you are on the wrong track.

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane