“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?”
“But fate-that fickle bitch-made a liar out of me. Again.”
“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.”
“By now, I should have learned that luck, if she was a lady, was a mean-spirited bitch with a grudge against me.”
“..Though I have to say nothing beats Type O mixed with a little cannabis." A muscle worked in David's jaw. "You're stoned?""Not Really," I said. "Though I do have a strange craving for pizza. Extra garlic.”