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Woof," said Billy the Werewolf.

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarrassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

That's so typical. You won't steal a baby, but you're too lazy to conjugate.

There was no milk in the icebox, and I wasn't pouring Coke onto breakfast cereal. That would just be odd.

Wow," Bob said, in a perfectly calm, matter-of-fact, conversational tone. "That is incredibly unfair.

it—I was pretty much equipped, by experience and inclination, for mayhem.

Because Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer," I said.

He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.

I slip into the archaic at dramatically appropriate moments. So sue me.

Harry," Bob said. "Stars and skies, you're all right!" He hesitated for a second, and then said, "And looking grim. Even dressed in boxers with yellow duckies on them." I glanced down, and did my best to picture a vampire wearing boxers with yellow duckies. Or a wizard wearing yellow duckies, for that matter.

My answer came out at once. For me, chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex. It could have been any woman asking for help, and I'd have said the same thing. It might have taken me a second or two longer, but I would have. For Elaine, there was no need to think about it for even that long. "I'll help.

He's a rather brilliant defensive tactician," Grimm said. "I agree," Bayard said. "The problem is that he's an inept defensive strategist.

No, I really don't," I said. "That's the problem." "But you know that you do not know," Michael said. "Which is wise." I snorted. "If knowing how clueless I am is the measure of wisdom, I am freaking Solomon, Walter Cronkite, and Judge Judy all rolled into one." Sanya held up his hands with his fingers in a square, framing my face like a photographer. "Always thought you look more like a Judy.

Maybe, he said in a slow, rural drawl, You could explain to me why I found you in the middle of an orgy. Well, I said. If you're going to be in an orgy, the middle is the best spot, isn't it.

I kind of felt bad for them. Getting punched out by a dame was not going to pad their goon résumés.

duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.

I respected the man. It didn't mean that I wouldn't pants him on national television if I got the opportunity

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

I put it down on the floor of the limo and said firmly, "I don't do hats.

Surely, that is merely a colorful euphemism, rather than a statement of desire.

Susan screamed. I screamed. The vampire screamed. The Ick . . . did that teakettle thing. And then we all started trying to kill one another.

Murphyonic? Sure, Butters said. You exude a Murphyonic field. Anything that can go wrong does.

I don't make metaphors. ... I'm too busy being one. - Leanansidhe

A tumbleweed went rolling by in the street. I'm not even kidding. An actual, literal tumbleweed. Man, Oklahoma.