Who's Myrnin?" Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss." "You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?
Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve
Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini.
I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it!" -Michel Glass
You better check your playlist. Because you are on the wrong track.
About how much sex I didn’t get? Go ahead.