Mariketa

“Oh, yeah, this girl was going down. She had no idea who she was messing with. And, sadly, she didn’t seem to care.
I hoped her drawer came up short at the end of her shift. Karma’s a bitch.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Gemma was so determined for me to deal with my PTSD, but I thought I was doing pretty well with it. We were friends now. I had my incontinence under control ”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names." I pointed to my right breast. "This is Danger." Then my left. "And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly."

After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, "You named your breasts?"

I turned my back to him with a shrug. "I named my ovaries, too, but they don't get out as much...”
― Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right

“The dead guy looked at me with wide eyes. “I can’t move my legs.”
I snorted. “You can’t move your arms either, or your feet or your freaking eyelids. You’re dead.”
― Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right