“So, what's the story?" "No story. Just a nightmare.” “Meaning?” “Meaning, heavy compression lines in his cartilage, severe bruising on his kidneys, liver and lower intestines. Fracture marks on his collar bone, tibia, radius, humerus, scapular, femur and every single… — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Twenty highly trained agents versus one eighteen year old high school drop out and he managed to kick all your asses. Okay, did we… — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“You're a chain-smoking, alcoholic hyper-violent sociopath with daddy issues!" "When you say it like that it sounds bad...” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Cass, I know you’re only trying to help but I will stab you in your face.” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“God picked me to be his punching bag...so who am I suposed to pray to for mercy?” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Did I just see you two getting into another tussle outside?” “No...we...were...rehearsing a play,” “Really? What‟s it called?” “Fight Club...” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“My car has wyvern giblets on the inside and fairy douche on the outside, I deserve the big shower!” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Apart from my mangled face and the thirty percent scar tissue that covers my body I'm gorgeous!” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“So that’s why vampires are so pissed off all the time? Because their junk’s gone rusty?” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“So, what's the story?" "No story. Just a nightmare.” “Meaning?” “Meaning, heavy compression lines in his cartilage, severe bruising on his kidneys, liver and… — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! You tried to blow up your guardian angel?!" "It seemed like a good idea at the time...” — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Look honey, I ain’t buying what you’re selling so get out!” “You prefer to be lying here or in the morgue?! Things got outta… — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
“Boy, you are outta line!” Joe yelled. “I’m outta line?! You’re screwing a vampire!” “You hypocritical little bastard!” “Yeah, you’re a hypocripical-hypocri-hyp-hyp-hyp, I HATE… — S.L.J. Shortt Copy Share Image
