..."I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-

I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.

All right," he said. "Since you ask so nicely." "I wasn't asking." "I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.

Because you know, I’m your best friend, but you’re just not that badass, man.

I have the feeling I’ve been— unpleasant.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

Who's Myrnin?" Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss." "You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?