Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.

Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.'
It was the perfect motto for Morganville.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
"I was ninety percent sure."
"I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain.
"What the hell was that for?"
"The other ten percent.

No, Lucius is harmless,' I fibbed. If you don't count the fact that he thinks he's a warrior prince representing a semi-cannibalistic race of undead bat people.

That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.