Kimberlee

“Icouldn’t have been awake for more than six hours, and I was already exhausted. I guess having my house broken into, aiding in the kidnapping and killing of a rapist, hauling his body halfway across the state, getting screamed at by a mobster, driving back into the city in full-blown terror that I was being followed, and then waiting for two hours in a cold autobody shop while my boyfriend’s car was repeatedly deep cleaned by a middle-aged black man named Lucius would do that to a woman. And no, Lucius did not appreciate being asked about his time in Azkaban.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“What happens when you fight a dinosaur?” “Seriously?” I ask him even as I can’t stop myself from smiling back. “That’s what you want to say to me right now?” “It is,” he answers. “Then I have no idea.” His grin gets a little wider. “You get jurasskicked.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re just fighting an old-ass vampire, then.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court