Minda Webber

“Pretty much if your last name is Frankenstein, your'''e going to get into reanimating things, which of course accounts for the reason that we're number one in grave robbing. And I might add that we get along okay with vampires. That's important if you hang out in the paranormal community. You don't have to go around wearing steel neck-ties.”

“I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them? It's no big deal, but then I've been doing it since I got out of diapers.”

“Okay, Lucy, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked."Us." "There is no us," Val reminded her firmly—although he had gotten misty just a moment before while holding her hand. She had given him both the best years of his life and the worst. "There used to be an us," she suggested, "which was a good us, a great us. Now there isn't an us, but that doesn't mean there can't be an us again. And a great us, not just a good us, because without us, I do okay and sometimes not even okay." Val's eyebrows wrinkled and he stared hard at her. "That didn't come out quite like I imagined," Lucy said. Romantic it certainly wasn't. "I meant to say, I'd like us to have a second chance.”