Molly Harper

Hi Maggie, it's nice to see you again,' he said, smiling so sweetly I thought I might need insulin.

I held it together for the rest of the drive home but as soon as Kelsey dropped me off I flopped face down on the couch and sobbed like a reality TV star on confessional day.

If one is going to spend her afternoon singing hymns to the great porcelain goddess, she might as well do it in a really plush ladies room. Stupid fear of public speaking.

He was always 'checking in' to see if I needed any help with my campaign, which on the surface seemed nice enough, but it was done in a condescending tone that made me want to staple his lip to his tie.

Go on, you've claimed your thirty pieces of silver, go do something crazy like put gas in that penis replacement you call transportation.

Ah, spite, the stuff of fairy tales.

There was not a lot of room for someone like me, who kept the gossip mill running like a hamster wheel.

Jane: "Missy was not so subtly reminding me that she had done something nice for me and here i was being rude when all she was asking me to do was attend a nice party. This was the way southern women worked all peaches & cream laced with arsenic.

Jane: "Look, Dave Chandler left me on the ninth floor of our university research library without my panties after we lost our virginity together. He never called me again and actually turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction whenever he saw me on campus. Unless you're going to do that, I don't think were gonna have a problem. Gabriel?"Gabriel: "Sorry. Something strange happened inside my head when you said the word "panties". The overwhelming urge to kill Dave Chandler combined with a simultaneous loss of blood to the brain.

Hubert's wife, Mindy, was a tiny powerhouse of a woman with a halo of wild blond hair and eye makeup so complex it took me a while to locate her pupils. She was clearly the brains of the operation, such as she was.

Wait until you meet my family. At Thanksgiving, we kill everything we can find, put it into a pot, and call it 'holiday gumbo'.

I don't care what tomorrow brings, as long as I have you.

Mama Ginger came calling, to set the alarm on my biological clock. Oh, and to remind me that there__ no point to me being a woman if I never have children.___ell, if that__ true, I wasted a hell of a lot of money on panty hose and lipstick._ Jettie snorted.

To say I had some pent-up anger would be like saying Britney Spears had minor impulse-control issues.

I am your sire. I am to guide you through your first days as a vampire. Your first feeding is a rite of passage, a sacrament. It will not be wasted on some hormone-driven frenzy. This is why I wanted you to feed from me.___ will not drink it in a house, I will not drink it with a mouse. I will not drink it here or there, I will not drink it anywhere,_ I wheezed, hoping I was able to communicate adequate sarcasm through the crippling belly cramps.__id you just quote Green Eggs and Ham?

Fortunately, among werewolf women, the word "bitch" is not offensive. I was having a lot of fun with that."Hey there, bitches!" I called as I came through the door. "What are my favorite bitches up to today?

I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.

because daytime leaves vampires less than, well, conscious, I told him, __ake your muffins to Boston and shut it, Terrance._ And then I hung up on him.