“Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.”

“Absorbing the rest of her shadow into his, he knuckled the wall on either side of her head, trapping her in the cage of his arms, but not touching. The cool, sweaty bricks ground into his skin. She shivered and flattened her hands as if clinging to the wall for protection. Fire flared low in his gut, spurring him on.”

“I wanted to smack Logan over the head for his pessimistic attitude.”

“At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, "What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.”

“Stefan shook his head. Th' lad's got guts , he thought. Not much sense, but guts. ”

“It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.”