I Can Understand Bitchiness In Any Language.

No," He Said, Voice Thick And Husky. His Fingers Dug Into The Chair's Arms. "you'd Better Not Get Too Close." I Stopped, Laughing Softly. "you Don't Strike Me As The Assaulting Type, Mortensen." "yeah, Well, There's A First Time For Everything.

Oh, Hey. This Looks Promising. " We Came To A Stop Before A High, Barbwire Fence With An Enormous Private Property--no Unauthorized Personnel Allowed Sign On It. The Lettering Was Red, Apparently To Emphasize How Serious They Were. Personally, I Would Have Added A Skull And Crossbones To Really Drive The Message Home.

No,''he Said.''i Was A Strigoi. I Was One Of Them. I Did...terrible Things.'' The Words Were Mild, But The Tone Of His Voice Spoke Legions. The Radiant Faces Of His Family Turned Sober.''i Was Lost. Beyond Hope. Except...rose Believed In Me. Rose Never Gave Up.

Sydney: I Can Do A Lot Of Things, Adrian. And—at The Risk Of Sounding Egotistical —i Mean, Well, I Can Do A Lot Of Pretty Awesome Things That Most People Can’t." Adrian: “don’t I Know It. You Can Change A Tire In Ten Minutes While Speaking Greek.” Sydney: “five Minutes.

I’d Said It Before And Meant It: Alive Or Undead, The Love Of My Life Was A Badass.