morganville-vampires

Shane kissed her one more time, lightly and softly, and fluffed her hair back from her face. __o be continued,_ he said. __ hate cliff-hangers._ __lame Eve.

Her eyes felt swollen, and she knew she looked a mess, but sometimes...sometimes the emotions were just too big to hold.

Your personal dignity was always more important to you than mere emotion, wasn't it?

Stop using him, and start protecting him. I know he thinks he doesn't need it, but sometimes he does. Sometimes we all do.

Oh, come on. A vamp marrying a human gets the fanged ones all upset, and Eve made herself look like the ultimate fang-anger to all the humans by putting a ring on one, so what did you expect exactly? Flowers and parades? This is Texas. We're still figuring out how to spell tolerance.

Some people come to Morganville and collapse,_ Michael said as he put the car in motion. ____e seen it a dozen times. But there are a few who come here and just__loom. You__e one of those._ Claire didn__ feel especially bloomy. __o you__e saying I thrive on chaos.

There are always a few, Claire, who like being told what to do instead of being required to think. And those are the ones you should fear. That goes equally for humans, I'm afraid. Critical thinking has become a sadly rare skill these days.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.

Shane sat like a statue if a statue wore headphones and radiated angry coiled tension that made hair stand up on a person's arms. She felt like she was sitting next to an unexploded bomb, and given all of the physics she'd had, she understood what that meant. Talk about potential energy.

Girl, we need to get you on a study program, fast. You're not going to last a week around here if you can't keep up with the pop culture references. How about Lord of the Rings? Firefly? Doctor Horrible? No? Clearly we have a lot of work to do.