Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. “Ladies? After you.” “Rude,” Claire said. “I was being polite!” “Not when you have a flamethrower.

No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he'd already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn’t worried about her coming after him— or, if so, what would happen when she did.

...will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?" "The mirror's a great place to start

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

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

Don't run I never liked fast food

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?