Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!

"Don't be scared of Bambi" the demon said. "She's only curious and maybe a little bit hungry."

The thing was named Bambi?

Oh, my God, the thing stared at me like it wanted to eat me.

I was feeling the height of bitchiness.

Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"
Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.

Whispers followed me down the hall. Ignoring them was harder than I´d imagined. Every Cell in my body demanded that I confront them. And do what? Jump on them like a crazy spider monkey and take them all out? Yah, not going to win me any fans.

A few seconds after he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, there was a fleshly smack and then Andrew yelling, “Ouch. What in the hell was that for?” “Your timing sucks on an epic level,” Daemon shot back.