Dakota Cassidy

“Her mental list of items she’d need from her apartment was growing. There were things a girl just couldn’t live without, so Keegan would have to get them when he retrieved Muffin. “I need another purse. Can you get me my Prada knockoff? It’s in my closet on the shelf. Pink. It’s pink. I got it from a vendor in Manhattan. Jeez he was a tough negotiator, but it was worth the haggling. It’s soooo cute.”Keegan sighed, raspy and long. “Okay.”“Oh! And my nail polish. I have two new bottles in the bathroom under the sink in one of those cute organizer baskets, you know? Like the ones you get at Bed Bath and Beyond? God, I love those. Anyway, I need Retro Red and Winsome Wisteria.”Another sigh followed, and then a nod of consent.“My moisturizer. I never go anywhere, not even overnight, without my moisturizer. Not that I ever really go anywhere, but anyway I need it, or my skin will dehydrate and it could just be ugly. Top left side of my medicine cabinet.”“Er, okay.”“My shoes. I can’t be without shoes. Let’s see. I need my tennis shoes and my white sandals, because I don’t think there’s much hope for these, wouldn’t you say?” Marty looked up at him and saw impatience written all over his face. “And my laptop. I can’t check on my clients without my laptop, and they need me. Plus, there’s that no-good bitch Linda Fisher. I have to watch that she’s not stealing my accounts. Do you have all of that?”He gave her that stern look again. The one that made her insides skedaddle around even if it was meant in reproach. “I’m going too far, huh?”His smile was crooked. “Just a smidge.”

“But if you feel better about how you present yourself to the world, how you feel about you, inside and out, I don't see the shallow in that.”

“Because we're framily. You know, I love you, you love me? Like Barney only with bad language.”

“Chemistry is a funny thing, miss. Sometimes those who are experiencing it aren't always aware they are.”

“So he was good-looking and he had a great set of thighs. Chickens had nice thighs, too.”

“Expiring? Excommunicated? No. Nina'd said expunging. Yes. He was going to expunge in a roomful of angry, perfumed, supernatural females while Nina tore Phoebe limb from limb and he wore a dress. How inhumane.”

“That kind of devotion, that kind of sacrifice, came from a deeply selfless soul. It came from someone who loved hard and loved forever.”

“The point is, don't lie about who you are, Sloan. Own it in all its sordid, live, loud, and proud way. It might not be what everyone labels correct, especially the women in your life, but at least it's honest.”

“OMG. Mulder was right. The truth really was out there.”

“Is anyone ever really the same after being pushed through an opening the size of a donut hole only to end up wearing a fez?”

“Point is, you can whine about it, or you can give this thing a shot. Either you're in or you're out. Love is love - even if it's only for a little while, that beats never.”

“Steeple, people, banana-fana-fo-feeple. What the fuck ever. If you don't loosen up, lady, I'll drop your ass on it.”

“Sorry, it's all those crossword puzzles I do. I love words...”

“Everything had become so Twilight only without the sparklies.”

“I can't say I've ever seen two male werewolves shack it up, set up housekeeping, and make crème brûlée together in their nest of love. Not that I'd care, mind you. I'm every bit as progressive as the next person. I support love, period.”

“Primarily, shapeshifters of the animal variety remain true to animal kingdom rules in their sexual behaviors. I cant say Ive ever seen two male shack up, set up housekeeping, and make crème brûlée together in their nest of love.”

“Honestly, Im having trouble with the fact that youre having difficulty believing us. You are the only one in the room levitating.”

“Yeah, but that didn't mean he didn't like fistfuls of blondeness with legs longer than a Celine Dion note, now, did it?”

“Who was Greg and why was he biting Nina? In fact, how did he get close enough to Nina in order to bite her before she bit him first?”

“If you close your eyes, no one can see you...”

“Lists comforted her - they gave her a sense of accomplishment - they meant she had control of something.”

“What if it wasn't the guy from the bar? What if it was some freak out looking to whack some chick off because his mommy didn't make him buttered toast and cut it into fun shapes when he was a kid?”

“Lou's was like a tour through Crucifix World with a spontaneous stop in Jesus Country.”

“And made Nina see rainbows and stars and stupid-assed unicorns.”

“Do you promise to help me pack up my apartment and get all my stuff? I have a lot of stuff. A lot. Shoes and purses and clothes and nail polish. I have way more purses than you brought and at least a gatrillion dresses. I can't live without them-''I promise to haul your shit around.”

“I want you to listen to me carefully. I don't give a shit what the council says. You're here, you're mine, and nothing they say or do will change that. Period.”

“Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.”

“Werewolf was soooooo in her color wheel.”

“This was like the Rubik's Cube of life.One big glob of scattered, multicolored possibilities she had to sort out and line up in the appropriate manner by twisting endless scenario after scenario in her head.And it sucked.Big, fat wankers.”

“At that point, when she'd been staring down the account-whoring, turbo-bitch's face, she wouldn't have much cared if her head spun around and she'd yarked up pea soup at warp speed all over her. At least it would have matched Linda's new color ranking.”

“Nina chuckled, giving Katie her infamous devilish grin. "It means you aren't just a werecougar, lady. You're a cougar-cougar. You took stereotyping to a whole 'nother level. You're like one of those 'doesn't look her age' chicks who hits on young dudes because they got the zoom in their boom still happening. You're a total label. Hot. Niiiice work, Mrs. Robinson.”

“Jesus Christ in a miniskirt.”

“She was hearing the words. They just weren't registering on her Richter scale of sanity.”