Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.

How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. "You burn so very brightly, you know" "Yeah," she muttered. "You said.

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?” “Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—” “I know.” “Lock the door,” he said.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know." "Truly, I think that's best. Please take it." He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. "I'm giving you a piece of my mind." "I so wish you hadn't said that.

I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?