Nick subjected him to a long, judgmental stare. "There's something very wrong with you," he said at last. "I thought you should know.

Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.

Turns out he does run," Nick drawled. "Given an incentive. And he wouldn't be so out of breath if he hadn't kept shrieking." "That was not a shriek," Jamie said with dignity. "It was a husky masculine cry of terror.

Well, speaking as a feminist, I'm glad that women can lead--uh, groups of unspeakable magical evil." "Yes," Alan said gravely. "It'd be shoking if the evil magicians were sexist. For one thing, that would mean they were stupid, and having stupid enemies would be a terrible blow to my manly pride.

Want me to flex my magic for you, baby?

I'd rather live laughing for one year than live without laughing for one hundred.

Better overcautious than missing a jugular vein, as the saying goes." That was a very morbid saying. Maybe only vampire said it.