Val had a horrific image of Lisa peering through a magnifying glass like a grotesquely teenybopper version of Nancy Drew — in jeggings.

I guess we don’t get to fight for the fate of the world in t-shirts.

It’s drier than I thought it would be.”“That isn’t saying much,” the shape-shifter griped, wrapping the waterlogged coat more securely around her frame. “We’ve absorbed enough water to be classified as vernal pools.

Now there's a girl I don't want to mess with' — or at least, that's what I would think if I had a chronic fear of freakishly nice people.

Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. "You can call me Solus." His golden eyes trailed meaningfully down the mortal's body before he added, softly, "I've been told it's easier to scream.

Boys,” Lindsay agreed, nodding. “What doesn't get lost in translation?”“Things with the letter X in front of them,” Rachel posited. “Like X-Box. And X-rated movies.

I had a fucking standing ovation going on in my goddamn pants, and it was demanding an encore.

Ça va. Nap time is over.

When nature calls, I don't let it go to voicemail.