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

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

“I frowned. This from a man who just watched a midget riding a gimp?”

“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.”

“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.”

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