“Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.”
“Bryan helped me up. "How can you be so good one minute then clumsy the next?"I shrugged. "I've never been very athletic. Not unless you count fencing.""You made fences?”
John Corwin, Sweet Blood of Mine“Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.”
John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine“Can I finish my blasted story? We'll get to supernatural kindergarten later.”
John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine“What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears.”
John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine“Great. I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition.”
John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine“I felt a smile on my face. "Thanks." "For what?" "Using my name instead of calling me a thing.”
John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine“I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.”
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