“Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.”

“I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation."Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most cliché sense of the world. They drank huge quantities of beer, they brawled, and they wore horned helmets despite all historical evidence to the contrary."Used to be?" Curran asked."They kicked him out for being drunk and violent."Curran blinked. "The Norse Heritage?""Mhm.""Don't you have to be drunk and violent just to get in?" he asked. "Just how disorderly did he get?”

“Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me."You think I should slap some man into him?”

“I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.”

“It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.”

“Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?""Yep.""Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?""Nope it's a pie.”

“Why had I wasted all my time pretending to be someone I wasn't? I was tired, so very, very tired of standing on my own brakes. I felt...right. I felt free.”