Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.
It’s a good thing I’ve got to live with you two or I’d be putting this on YouTube later. And mocking you.
And by the way, showers. Look into them, Doug!
You were leaving, and you didn’t even know if I was okay.
There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.
I think we can all agree. SHINEY.
Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn’t just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.
Unless you want to hang a This Vein for Rent sign around your neck, move already!
She was poison in a pretty bottle.
I have the feeling I’ve been – unpleasant.
Define better with that guy. Not all fangs and raaaaar.
There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.
I so rarely have the chance to field-test anything. Amelie is so conservative about these things -Myrnin.
Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?
You better check your playlist. Because you are on the wrong track.
It’s a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.
From Shane’s Point of View: Jester talking to Shane: “What’s the matter? You afraid you’d bite your skinny little girlfriend?” Jester laughed. “She’s already someone else’s, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He’s marked her.” Myrnin. “Shut up,” I said, and kicked him in the face.
She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.
Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.
Amelie had on black pants, a black zip-up hoodie, andrunning shoes. So wrong.
Your education or your life, Claire. I’d rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.