Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.

But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?

And by the way, showers. Look into them, Doug!

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?" "That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now

I have permission to live off campus.” She didn’t say from whom, because it was primarily herself.

He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap. "Ah," he said. "Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please." "What?" "Turn around, Claire. It's a secure password!" "You have GOT to be kidding." "Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn.

Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.