She must have been tired, because instead of jamming the whip down Monique’s throat, she stood up and, in a very even tone, said, “If you think you’ve seen me mad before, imagine what I could do to you when I’ve just lost everything.

After I slid down the wall for the third time, breaking every single fingernail in the process, I finally figured out that Thor was hollering at me. I turned to see him standing in the bed of the truck. Which, of course, made much more sense, than pretending to be Spiderman.

It's a humbling moment when you realize your dog is smarter than you.

Chance stifled a grin, and all I could think was that this girl had to be related to me. Only women who were related to me annoyed me this much.

But I’m not one to read a book backwards.

My fault? How the hell is this"--I waved my arm across the table-- my fault?"

"You know we don't believe in hell, so stop using that word in our presence," Bridie said.

"Fine. How in fucked-up fairyland is this my fault?

She felt herself teetering on the edge of insanity. Just one little push and off she'd go. Perhaps being mad was the last thing to fear, for seeing the world as it was at times was nothing short of lunacy.