Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.

Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?

Myrnin," she said. "He didn't show up at the rendezvous." "And? Dude's crazy, in case you didn't notice recently. He probally went of the chase butterflys or something

Take her home. And-" "Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Shane said, "Don't worry. I'll protect you." Claire hit him in the shoulder. "I don't need you to protect me." "Then why am I going first?" "So you can take the first punch while I throw the second?" "So I'm bait? Ouch. You've been in Morganville way too long, girl.

Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.