Bite me, Goth princess, Shane called from the back. Not literally or anything.Maybe you should say that to Michael.Not funny, Eve, Michael said.Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. Little bit, she said.
They came out in a dim, damp basement - a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. 'You take me to the nicest places,' Claire said, and sneezed.
At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?
Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.
Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.'It was the perfect motto for Morganville.
My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.
That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
Maybe I should, I don't know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don't want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
Don't run I never liked fast food
Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.
She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.
David was holding Mona steady. I hoped he also had a little attention to spare to keep us unnoticed from the ground; seeing a Dodge Viper do a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in the desert sky might be a little hard to explain, even for UFO nuts.
Who's your daddy?'Myrnin stared at him as if he'd gone completely mental. '