Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

Emery cut in impatiantly, "For crying out loud. Who do you think you are, Nancy Drew?" Hey," I snapped, because no one sniped at my sister but me, and Mark echoed with a stern "Chill, dude." Phin was unperturbed. "Those books were highly unrealistic. Do you have any idea how much brain damage a person would have if she were hit on the head and drugged with chloroform that often?

That was easy for him to say when his cell phone was rounding third base. If anyone got a home run tonight, I didn't want it to be Verizon Wireless.

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.