because daytime leaves vampires less than, well, conscious, I told him, “Take your muffins to Boston and shut it, Terrance.” And then I hung up on him.

Misery, thy name is Mudslide

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

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

Stupid werewolf ninja sperm.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.