“Aiyaaaa,” Zheng said softly. And if that meant “holy shit,” I agreed.”
“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds.""Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear.""You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.”
“Holy shit!""Since when is shit holy?”
“She hit him. Hard. Right in the face…“Holy shit,” said Quinn. “Would it be wrong if I applaud?”
“I don't believe in ONE holy book. I believe all books are holy. Of course, some books are holy shit.”
“Holy shit, she was serious.”