What do you love?"
"You for doing this - you in general. Chocolate, sushi, malt shakes. All things I'm highly deficient in at the moment. Well, other than you."
"What do you hate?"
"Chloe and clowns. Come to think of it, Chloe is a clown.

Personally." My mother digs a smile into the side of her cheek. "I'm rooting for Logan."

Logan produces a grin that suggests he's the cat that ate the canary, and suddenly I'm feeling rather canary-ish.

I shake my head. I don't want anything from Logan. Logan is dangerous. Handling a wholesome dairy product does not ease the effects of the malfeasance he's guilty of.

We could call him Gynecological Gage or Assman - AssHOLE - take your pick.

Chloe Bishop took an ax and gave Skanky Skyla forty whacks. And when she saw what she had done, she gave her family forty-one."
A tingle of fear rises through my spine as Chloe cackles her way into Ethan's bedroom.

Chloe Bishop is certifiably insane.
And dear God Almighty - I do believe she's going to kill us all.

The only thing that frightens me, Chloe, is that you keep lessening the six degrees of separation in our lives.