Goodness,' Myrnin said quietly. 'I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.

What about Myrnin?'
Eve swallowed, almost choked, and Michael patted her kindly on the back. She beamed at him. 'Myrnin? Oh yeah. He did a Batman and took off into the night. What is with that guy, Claire? If he was a superhero, he'd be Bipolar Man.

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

I don’t see a way in,” Eve whispered.
Why are you whispering?” Myrnin whispered back. “Vampires can hear us, anyway.

See?" he said, with an unholy amount of glee. "I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often."
"No. Trust me, you shouldn't," Eve said. "Think of all the little old people and the children.

You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.