Jeaniene Frost, Destined for an Early Grave

"Cat, you asked me before to find out if those dream -suppression pills had any side effects. I’ve checked with Pathology, and they said you might experience depression, mood swings, irritability, paranoia, and chronic fatigue. Have you noticed any of that?"

"The lustful glances thrown his way made me wish he wasn’t such a damned bowl of eye candy."- Cat re: Bones"

"Slumber party with Dracula, all things considerd why not?"

"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."Mencheres to Cat"

"Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor"

"Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy."Cat"

"Then you remember the dream,” Mencheres stated. “That bodes ill.” The fear of that made my reply snappy. “Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?” The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,” Mencheres responded instantly. I stared at him, then burst out laughing, which was highly inappropriate considering the very grave warning he’d just conveyed."

"He f**ks even better than he looks”, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry."