Dee

“I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton

“If I let you get killed, the other body guards will make fun of me.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton

“Do you practice the laugh, or is it a natural talent? Naw, I’m betting you practice.”

Jean-Claude’s face twisted. I couldn’t decide if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that way.

The laughter seeped out of her face, very human, until only her eyes sparkled. There was nothing funny about the look in those twinkling eyes. It was the sort of look a cat gives a small bird.

Her voice lifted at the end of each word, a Shirley Temple affectation. “You are either very brave, or very stupid.”

“You really need at least one dimple to go with the laugh.”

Jean-Claude said softly, “I’m betting on stupid.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Guilty Pleasures

“Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?"
"I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said.
"I rest my case.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Circus of the Damned