And that, Claire thought, was why Morley had been right about this, even if he was a complete vampire about it. You had to save what you could. Amelie had understood that all along, Claire realized. That was why Morganville existed. Because you had to try.

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

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.

Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!

As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course." He didn't.