~ Lihllith ~

“Aglets. Plastic thingies.”
“Why do you know what those things are called?”
“Phineas and Ferb.”
“You watch cartoons?”
Zane laughed hoarsely. “Kind of judgy for someone who can sing the country song from Animaniacs.”
“Damn you, Tyler! Can’t keep a fucking secret!”
― Abigail Roux, Crash & Burn

“It’s open!” Zane called, expecting Sidewinder and an amused FBI agent or three.
But it was just Kelly, and he had a hand slapped over his eyes. He took a tentative step into the cabin, then tossed a handful of medical supplies on the bed and retreated without ever saying a word. Ty and Zane stared at the supplies as the door shut. They included a flexible wrap, some popsicle sticks, one length of metal that could be bent and molded, and a little tube of lubricant.
“Asshole!” Ty called after Kelly.
“You’re welcome!”
― Abigail Roux, Crash & Burn

“Ambrose managed to fight his way free long enough to shout, “Am I the only ghost here doesn’t know how to ghost?”
― Abigail Roux, The Bone Orchard

“We all die someday,” Nick muttered as he moved off into the darkness.
“Yeah, but I’d rather my obituary didn’t lead with ‘He broke into a jail museum and then died,’” Digger grumbled as he trailed after.
“At least it would read ‘with his friends,’” Doc added.
“If I wanted to die with you jokers, I would have done it in Afghanistan!”
Nick and Owen both stopped and wheeled on Doc and Digger. “Will you at least pretend that you care we’re doing something illegal here?” Nick hissed.
Doc and Digger muttered apologies, and they carried on.”
― Abigail Roux, The Bone Orchard