Claire said. “I might be able to get him to stop.” “Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,” Shane said. “I kind of worry.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah?” “A little bit.” “That’s …nice.” He studied her, and returned the smile. “Yeah,” he said. “Kind of is, actually.

I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

“There is no drama so great as that of a teenage girl,” ... “Except yours.”

In an insane world, sanity made very little sense.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.

I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device.