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

Paul?” I said. My voice shook a little. “It’s Jo.” Silence. I couldn’t tell what was happening on the other end. Then, very quietly, “Jesus.” “No, just Joanne, although I can see how you might make the mistake, coming back from the dead and all.

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.' It was the perfect motto for Morganville.

Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

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.