Myrnin came in from the back room, carrying a load of books, which he dropped with a loud bang on the floor to glare at the two of them. "Excuse me," he said, "but when did my lab become appropriate for snogging?" "What's snogging?" Shane asked. "Ridiculous displays of inappropriate affection in front of me. Roughly translated. And what are you doing here?

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

He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, “I vant to drink your blood” in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen."!

I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device.

claire:Now shane was talking sense?Wow was it opposite day?

Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?

I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way.