Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

"Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much.""Dick. That's not what you said last night.""Bite me."

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

"You're still here. No beer. I'm not corrupting a minor.""But you're a minor,"she pointed out. "At least for beer.""Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and I'm not if I want a beer?"

"Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane"

"That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay."

"Now,"said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve."