Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson, #2)

by Darynda Jones

DON’T CROSS THE STREAMS. NEVER CROSS THE STREAMS.

NEVER BE AFRAID TO DART AROUND IN PUBLIC, HUMMING THE MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE THEME SONG.

I STOPPED FIGHTING MY INNER DEMONS. WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE NOW.

I WAS AN ATHEIST UNTIL I REALIZED I WAS GOD.

YEAH, BUT WHAT IF LIFE HANDS ME PICKLES?

DON’T GO BUYING TROUBLE. IT’S FREE AND IT KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE.

SOME GIRLS WEAR PRADA. SOME GIRLS WEAR GLOCK 17 SHORT RECOIL SPRING-LOADED SEMIAUTOMATIC PISTOLS WITH A LOADED CHAMBER INDICATOR AND A NONSLIP GRIP.

WHERE AM I GOING AND WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS HANDBASKET?

“Sanity’s not really your thing, is it?”

“Listen, you know how, like, if a nuclear bomb were going to drop on our heads any second, kissing our asses good-bye couldn’t wait until morning?”

IF AT FIRST YOU DON’T SUCCEED, FAILURE MAY BE YOUR THING.

JUST BECAUSE I DON’T CARE DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

We were venturing into Denialville again, which was not nearly as fun as Margaritaville.

Wow, this was nice. In an Addams Family kind of way.