Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.
This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?
Some day soon, reaper, your mouth is going to be the source of your own destruction." "That does seem likely, doesn’t it?" Tod glanced at me and shrugged. "Until then, it remains a source of my own amusement.
If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
Not that I don't appreciate the rescue," Holt said. "But I'm forced to ask, in the interest of self-preservation ... exactly how well armed are you right now?