Goodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.

Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.

Who are you?" because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. "What are you?" That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. "Magnus" he said. "I'm the end.

Shane looked faintly injured. “I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Michael!” Oliver’s voice came faint through the front door. “Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!” “Trap,” Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael’s arm as he walked by. “Don’t, man.” “What’s he going to do? Make faces at me?

I so rarely have the chance to field-test anything. Amelie is so conservative about these things -Myrnin