"Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble.

"Amy?"

Oh, God. It was Amy.

"Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club.

Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head.

"What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?"

Okay. She was definitely going after him first."
— Cindy Gerard

""Bastards have pissed me off," Reed snarled, out of breath, as he backed into the open armory door. "They hit me in the face."

Lang grabbed Reed's jaw, turned his face toward him. "It's just a scratch."

"It's just my fucking face," Reed sputtered. "It needs to look good on a book jacket when I write my memoirs someday.""
— Cindy Gerard (Into the Dark)

""Wrangler butts drive me nuts.""
— Cindy Gerard (Whisper No Lies)