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Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked.

Damn, that was fan-fuckin'-tastic! RTC

“Let go,” Zheng told him. “I’m the rubber band; you’re the spitball. And spitballs don’t hold on to rubber bands.”

“You know, people are always saying that you’re cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell ’em, no, she’s okay. She’s just got some…anger management issues. But you know what? They’re right. You’re nuts.”

... there was nothing between me and my goal but pain and fuck pain.

I’d had a lifetime of no. And can’t, and shouldn’t and don’t. I was sick of no. Tonight, just for once, I wanted a little—

“He’s stupid about you,” Ray said, glaring at me. “And you’re stupid about him. You’re both stupid about each other, which would be great if you weren’t also really fucking stupid —”

“Dory. One has staff so that one does not have to remember.”

"What's wrong with Robin?" // “What’s wrong?” Ray rolled his eyes. “Two words: green Speedo. And he was lame. Batman was always having to save his ass.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” // “I’m on the Senate,” he reminded me. “It’s Lord Obvious."

Oh, God , I thought in horror. [He's] ruined me for other men.

Is this how normal people live all the time? I wondered. I didn’t know. I’d never been normal. I would never be normal. But I got to visit it once in a while, and it was…nice.

“Yeah. You know who does abstract art? People who can’t draw, that’s who.” {Ray is crackin' me up!}

“Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.” // "So?" // “So what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name in the air with it?”

Love it ... Condom shopping with a vampire.

“I have always cared.”

The creature that lived inside my veins demanded blood; the only thing I’d ever been able to decide was whose.

“He’s a senator.” Ray shrugged. “They’re all dicks. It’s a job requirement.”

Being a dhampir has certain advantages—better senses, rapid healing, greater strength, speed, etc. What it does not have is magic, of any type, kind or variety, which is a problem considering many of the things I fight. But as flat-chested girls and balding guys learned a long time ago, what nature didn’t give you, you can often buy. And mages have to make a living, too.

“It’s like someone invented you just to mess with me."

If I had a problem dealing with the flood of emotions Louis-Cesare stirred up, it was nothing compared to the tsunami named Mircea.

“Don’t start,” he gasped. “I got hemorrhoids that don’t hurt this bad.” // “Vampires don’t get hemorrhoids.” // “We don’t get ’em, no. But if we already got ’em when we die, they stick around, and I’ve been nursing these for four hundred years."

Five hundred years old is a hell of a time to discover that you can’t hold your liquor.

If you’re going to be a bitch, might as well be a big bitch

“Who the hell are you?” I demanded. “Spider-Man?”

“Naw. I’m a stallion, baby!”

Re-read in prep for "Fury's Kiss"