“But fate-that fickle bitch-made a liar out of me. Again.”

“Fuck fate and David's fatalism. I was going to make destiny my bitch.”

“My eyes shifted to the charred, smoking remains of the Caste vampire who'd taken the right bullet. And fate whispered in my ear, "Who's the bitch now?”

“By now, I should have learned that luck, if she was a lady, was a mean-spirited bitch with a grudge against me.”

“That's right, bitch. Goldie Schwartz. And I'm not a fucking midget. I prefer the term 'fun sized'.”

“And if i had to listen to one more minute of my demon's increasingly pathetic and creepy attempts to get a piece of rebound faery ass, i was going to cut a bitch.”

“When the world stilled again, ominous silence reigned. Scratch that, not silence exactly. The van’s radiator hissed, and someone was groaning. Oh, right. That was me.”