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Yeah, I know. These days, weird is my life. I should get that on a T-shirt.

I shook my head. "Calling my boyfriend." "You need a guy to come rescue you?" I waggled my gun. "I have that part covered, but given the situation, I'm going to let someone know where I am. I'm a feminist; I'm not an idiot.

The far wall was covered with pictures of me—a montage of photographs and sketches that reminded me of the "altars" found in the homes of obsessed psychopaths, which, all things considered, wasn't such a bad description of Clay.

Mommy forgot to warn the new babysitter about the basement.

So what are the other routes? His lips curved. Did I say there were any? You implied it. Perhaps. And the next time you wish to leave, you have only to tell me, and I will show you ... and go with you. I'm quite safe in the city. But is the city safe when you are in it? That's the question.

I must have been sound asleep if I missed all that shouting, SImon said. What shouting? Derek said. You mean that Chloe just told you that she followed a ghost onto a roof, and you didn't blast her all the way to Canada?

Mmm, not sure I'd call Paige. Remember what you tried to do when you were possessed?" "That was not me. And don't remind me. I'm still creeped out.

I think you intentionally overreacted. Like killing a fly with a baseball bat, just to make sure it never bothers you again.

Carry on, Jeeves." "Jeeves is a valet, not a chauffeur." "We can't afford both, so you're stuck with double duty.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient.

Yes, I had another wild encounter last night," I said as we walked toward the entrance. "Really?" "That's not what you wanted to talk to me about?" "No." "Damn.

Is that…?" I nodded. I tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come. I handed him the paper. He finished reading it. "That's not…?" he murmured when he finished. "How…?" "Okay, what gives?" Corey said. "Personally, I wouldn't care if the U.S. declared war on Canada. Doesn't seem relevant under the circumstances.

You've got some kind of hold over her, and I don't like it." Rafe leaned over and whispered. "It's a love spell I picked up from a witch over in Nanaimo. But don't tell Maya.

Ask me anything." "Fine. What's the scariest thing you've ever done?" He laughed. "Wow. Straight for the jugular.

If a drink will fix this--" I began. "No." "You're refusing a drink?" Sam said. "From what I hear, that's a first." He flipped her off.

We'll check out this bar and find you a vampire. And if he's not tormented, I'm sure I can fix that. Paranormal Romance Blues

If you were to say a witch's chess set instead of a witch's family , there would be some truth in that. Perhaps this is true of other families as well.

I want (the story) to be about good and evil and true love, and it should also be funny. No talking animals. Not too much fooling around with the narrative structure. The ending should be happy but still realistic, believable, you know, and there shouldn't be a moral although we should be able to think back later and have some sort of revelation. No 'and suddenly they woke up and discovered that it was all a dream.' Got that?

He just mumbled, Quit it, Bunnatine. Love me alone. Or something like that.

You are the most perverse man in the history of my memory. So lie there and die very slowly, creep.

Paul Starr, whose authoritative history of the media, The Creation of the Media

By the holy, Jack Taylor. I was beginning to think you were a rumor running around as a fact.

His aim was the glory of God, but the glory of Philip pleased him too.

It seemed trivial. After the battlefield it was going to be difficult to take seriously some of the stuff people worried about in peacetime.