“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie’s door. “Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“You arrogant...” thrust through the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “...… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“What the hell was that?” I gasped. “Premature inflammation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing. I don’t like to talk about it.” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag. "Not that I'm offering you one myself,… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
