You're kidding," Shane said. "Do you think I want to visit Crazy McTeeth in his lair of insanity?" "No," Claire said, "but I'm pretty sure you won't like it if I go alone when I just kind of promised to be with you. So...?" "Right. I've been missing Nutty McFang anyway." "Stop making up names for him." "What about Count Crackula?" "Just stop.

There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?

Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.

People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

You're just full of awesome; did you know that?

I have the feeling I’ve been— unpleasant.

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