“Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey. Bring it. I’ve got time to wash blood off my boots.’ - Evalle”
“Dirt washes off more easily than blood”
“Time had a grudge against her.’ – Evalle”
“I’ve got it!” he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph. “Take your knickers off.” “What?” Did that mean what I think it did? “Your knickers. You know—panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets—”
“About money-grubbing women, here’s my stance: Bring on the gold diggers. I’ve got nothing to offer but pyrite.”
“I think I’ve got something else to help center my life.”