Stacia Kane quotes:

-Hey. Do you know anything about exorcists?"Brian's eyebrows shot up"I think if you want to break up with Greyson, you could find a less dramatic way to do it, don't you?

Now mayhap you quit givin Terrible the fuckin slurpy-eyes an give Bump the listening, yay? Thinkin you can? Gots some fuckin chattering wants doin, needs you fuckin head on straight up.

Now mayhap you quit givin Terrible the fuckin slurpy-eyes an give Bump the listening, yay? Thinkin you can? Gots some fuckin chattering wants doin, needs you fuckin head on straight up."

It was her problem, and she'd deal with it. Because dealing with personal problems was so fucking high on her list of skills.

Most Debunkers spent their money on actual things, rather than just buying anything they could swallow, smoke or snort. Unlike Chess.

His hands on the sides of her face, on her neck, holding her there. "Chessie...shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so...so bad.

Well, lookee there. Be a fuck of a night, yay?"

Ego vos mergam, nec merger a vobis. I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.

Her sigh felt dragged from the depths of her soul. Great. Working for Bump again.

Then again, she had-through a bizarre combination of skill, dumb luck and incredible misfortune-managed to build up a file any Debunker would envy.

I ain't...Don't know how to say it up right. Never--Fuck, Chess. Thought you was dead once before, you recall? Never felt so bad in my life, not ever. Then on the other day, thought you was gone and just....I can't do it, bein without you.

IF her life had taught her anything, it was that you never really knew what people had going on beneath the surface. People were shit. The only difference between them and animals was people felt the need to hide it.

You know I do, aye? Love you right, Chessiebomb.

Give you whatany you want, Chessiebomb. Anything.

People, she was discovering, were like cockroaches: If you allowed one in, more were sure to follow.

How the hell did people do this, this emotion-and-forgiveness thing? How did they stand these feelings? She could barely handle it and she had lovely, necessary, reason-for-living drugs to smooth over the rough spots. How did people do this shit sober?

With magic almost anything was possible; all objects had energy, and energy could be manipulated.

Sure. Focused. Let's totally ignore any possible other avenues and just tunnel-vision our way along. Maybe we'll get lucky and blunder into a Lamaru hangout, right?