morganville-vampires

Claire hated to say it, but she knew the answer, in her heart. __ecause he feels something for me, and he wanted to give me a chance to live. Like him. With him. But I refused.__hane turned and looked at her, a blank expression on his face that turned quickly into . . . something else. Claire was glad Myrnin had gotten out while he still could. __reat,_ he said. __ knew it.___t__ not like that. He____ She shook her head in frustration. __t__ not like he__ in love with me or anything; it__ more complicated than that. I don__ even think he understands it, exactly.___eah, he only loves you for your mind,_ Shane said...

I can handle Glory." "Can you?" Eve asked. "Because I notice you never call her Gloriana. Just Glory." He shut up. Which is probably about the only smart thing he can do, Claire thought.

If she were any friendlier, she'd be giving you a lapdance right now.

I had a good teacher.""Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass.""I mean you, dummy.

Shane was sitting on the curb next to the old, cracked gas pumps, eating a candy bar. Claire plopped down next to him. __alf?_ she asked.__nd now I know you__e my girlfriend, since you__e not afraid to demand community property,_ he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she__ never even suspected that it could feel this way.

Claire. Wake up._ She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane__ shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn__ realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael__ part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn__ moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.

It's been happening since I was in kindergarten. Not them all the time, but other kids, you know. Every day. It never stops, and it never goes away, thanks to the Internet--it just keeps happening every minute, every day. And I just want it to stop. I think about how to do it, you know. How to kill them. All kinds of elaborate things, like trapping them in pits and burying them alive, or covering them with concrete.

People bond themselves into families and groups for protection, and strangers...strangers are always at risk.

Bad men skulking in the darkness have always been there, and always will.

Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.

What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he's out there, and he's clearly not going to leave you alone until one of three things happens: he hurts you and gets arrested, or he makes a mistake and gets arrested, or you stop him.

Shane: "Bro," he said, in an injured tone, "I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren't there to see it." Michael: "Pics or it didn't happen." Shane: "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.

Well,_ Naomi said cheerfully, __hat__ the worst that can happen?_ They were silent, considering that, because there were just so many possibilities. But in the end, it was a better idea than Facebook.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

Don't play his game. Play yours.

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my name or hating my politics. They were just going to kill me because they needed to kill something, and I was handy. At least zombies would have had a reason.

This won't stop her from getting elected...Stupider people get elected all the time. It's America. We love the sleazy. And the crazy.