I use all kinds of resources for researching my novels. I'm not shy about calling up experts and asking questions, or emailing, or buying textbooks and references. The Internet is always a brilliant way to find instant facts, but it's not a great way to really understand your subjects in depth without a lot of work.

And then it was between Shane and Claire on who retreated first. "Uou go," he said. "Why?" Shane and Pete exchangedblooks. "Seriously?" Pete asked. "Yeah, she's like that," Shane said, and turned to her. "Because you're my girlfriend, and I'm not going unti; I know you're safe. How's that?

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall. "Love you, too, jackass!

Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.

Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.