Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?

What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?

I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.

See? My plans don’t all suck. Just most of them.

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?