Yeah. She’d manipulated the second most powerful vampire in town into taking her side against a psycho bitch-queen sorority girl. She’d talked rationally about putting people’s brains into computers. This was a normal day. No...

That’s not trouble; that’s fail. Tell me that isn’t all the whites. Like, Michael’s and Shane’s, too.””All the whites,” Claire said, and held up the guilty red sock. “Yours?””Oh, damn.” Eve snatched it out of...

You’re just Little Miss Optimist, aren’t you? Do you come with accessories, like a glass half full and lemons to make into lemonade, too?

Giving up is always easy. It’s the peace that follows that sucks.

Unfortunately, my army consists of one unreliable criminal, one girl with adisability, and one incredibly foolish young vampire with a tanning issue. I am not confident.

Wake me for the massacre, okay? Don’t want to miss it.

Morely: You’re trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You’d look terrible in a skirt

It’s bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You’ll do your best not to act like children.

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?” Morley asked, leaning even closer. “E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air.” He seemed very smug that he knew that. “Well, not exactly,...

at least this way we’re safe in a room with a door that locks. And the sign says they have HBO.”That stands for Horrible Bloody Ohmygod.” Eve said. “which is the way they kill you....

No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he’d already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn’t worried about her coming after him— or, if so,...

Damn. That was stupid, wasn’t it? We nearly got killed over ice cream.

„What kind of stupid trip is this? So far, I’ve been assaulted, insulted, arrested, and now I’m tied to a chair by a bunch of vampires in case they crave a little O negative at...

He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was...

One hot yellow Hummer with optional mass destruction package, coming up.

You’re the future, Claire.

What, because I said she had a sweet little butt? You don’t think she does? Hard to believe, since you spend so much time staring at it.

Fine, be emotionally stunted losers; I don’t care.

And now I know you’re my girlfriend, since you’re not afraid to demand community property,” he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

I hate traveling with amateurs.