Jia

“Don't judge me because I'm quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Hey, boss. Where are you?” she asked.
“I just picked up something to eat. What about professional belly dancers?”
“Um, I don’t know, maybe with horseradish.”
― Darynda Jones, Third Grave Dead Ahead

“This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display.
It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“Wait, what are you doing?” She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. “I’m trying to see past a little girl on my hood."
“Oh. Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Normally. But she has a knife.”
“Oh, well, then, I guess it’s okay.”
― Darynda Jones, Third Grave Dead Ahead