It’s an unfortunate fact of life,” Niko said with grimly amused resignation. “Where there are graveyards, there are flesh-eating revenants. Where there are cars, there are car salesmen.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

The guy had guts—I had to give him that. Later on I was hoping for a first-hand look at them.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven.