I've been feeling very frustrated lately. It's time to reread an old favorite to appease my inner book beast before I go on a rampage.
"...She handed me a check stub and took the cross. Nice, a holy item check girl." pg 14
Jean-Claude was standing by the door. He said, "I almost had you, my little animator."
I glanced at his face and quickly down. "Almost doesn't count, you blood-sucking bastard." pg 23
"Every career has its professional journal, Dolph."
"What's it called?"
I shrugged. "The Animator; what else?" pg 27
"You smell of other people's blood, ma petite."
I smiled at him, sweetly. " It was no one you knew." pg 29