“I’m the Spider, bitch—I’m the best there is.”

“I’m just wondering how exactly I went from being the Spider to the Robin fucking Hood of the greater Ashland area... Instead of stealing from the rich, I’m stabbing them to death for the poor.”

“I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.”

“This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.”

“Luck hadn't smiled on me tonight. Capricious bitch.”

“Executive Vice President? That's a nice way of saying he's someone's corporate bitch.”

“For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.”