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“Morley joined them, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, Mrs. Grant decided to ignore his presence. The
guards didn’t. Their knuckles were white on their weapons.
May I assist?” he asked, and put his hands behind his back. “I promise not to eat anyone.”
Very funny,” Mrs. Grant said. Morley gave her a grave look.
I wasn’t joking, dear lady,” he said. “I do promise. And I never make a promise I don’t intend to keep. You
should feel quite secure.”
Well, I’m sorry, I don’t,” she said. “You’re just—”
Too overwhelmingly dashing and attractive?” Morley grinned. “A common problem women face with me.
It’ll pass. You seem like the no-nonsense sort. I like that.”
Claire smiled at the look on Mrs. Grant’s face, reflected in the white LED light of the lantern she was holding.
You are really—odd,” the older woman said, as if she couldn’t quite believe she was even having the
conversation.”
― Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death

“And that, Claire thought, was why Morley had been right about this, even if he was a complete vampire about
it.
You had to save what you could.
Amelie had understood that all along, Claire realized. That was why Morganville existed. Because you had to
try.”
― Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death

“He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds

“Daytimers. Sunnysides. What do you call us behind our backs?"
"Dinner."
This shuts me up until we reach my door.”
― Jeri Smith-Ready, Wicked Game