Quotes About Ms. Lane

Home, Ms. Lane?" His deep voice was gently amused. "I have to call it something," I said morosely. "They say home is where the heart is. I think mine's satin-lined and six feet under.

Deals with the devil, Ms. Lane, never go well. That's a given. You will not make one again. Do you understand me? If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!" He glared at me. I rattled my chains. "Wrists. Beam. Chained already, Barrons. Come up with a new threat." I glared back.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

From who?" "From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing." "All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

Did you fuck him?" "Ah!" I yelled. "Of course not!" I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. "Wouldn't I be an addict if I did?" I raised my face. Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. "Not if he protected you." "They can do that? Really?" "Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.

What are you doing here?" "Making sure you didn't need backup. If you'd told me you were taking your fairy little boyfriend, I wouldn't have wasted my time. I resent it when you waste my time, Ms. Lane.

I'm confused, Ms. Lane. Is this cake for me, or for you?" Yeah, well, there was that. I'd been planning on eating a lot of it myself. I'd spared no expense. I could have downloaded forty-seven songs from iTunes instead. "They were out of black icing," I said dryly.

Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?

You had something. What was it?" he demanded. "An alcohol-laced kiss," I said tightly. "Two, to be precise." "From who?" "From whom,I believe is the correct phrasing." "All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?" Mac and Barrons

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.