Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

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

I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.

Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?

You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.

Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.