Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

The Morganville in her wanted to tell people to go home and be safe, but she knew that was verging on crazy. The world these laughing people lived in was a very different place. She was in a very different place.

He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap. "Ah," he said. "Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please." "What?" "Turn around, Claire. It's a secure password!" "You have GOT to be kidding." "Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn.

Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.