Santi and Wolfe exchanged a look. Wolfe inclined his head a little to the side, with a strange, crooked smile. "You see? They're as bad as we are."
"Worse," Santi sighed.

Trouble is a sieve through which we sift our acquaintances. Those too big to pass through are our friends.

At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?

Does it give you deja voodoo how alike the houses are?"
"That's deja vu, and I hate you right now."
"For narcing on you to your mom? Wait until you hear what I tell your dad."
From the sly grin on his face, she knew what he was thinking.
"Don't you even think about it."
"I could tell him about the time we-"
"Hell, no.

Nobody's cut out for this town," Shane said. "Nobody sane anyway."
"Says the kid who came back."
"Yeah, kind of proves my point.

That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know."

"Truly, I think that's best. Please take it." He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. "I'm giving you a piece of my mind."

"I so wish you hadn't said that.