You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

He f**ks even better than he looks”, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy."Cat

...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts.Bones to Gregor

Charlie whistled "Amazing Grace" as he drove. It was all I could do not to whip my head around and snap, Are you kidding me? Couldn't he pick something more appropriate, like "Shout at the Devil" or "Don't fear the Reaper"? Some people had no sense of the proper music for a kidnapping.

No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."Mencheres to Cat

I resisted the urge to hurl my plate at him. “Of course not, Ian. It’s just that normally at this hour, Bones and I are fucking like rabbits, so I get twitchy when I have to wait for him to climb aboard.