Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

..."I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said.

I'm still alive. And I'm still fabulous.

I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble..." "yeah." She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.

Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?