Joyce

“Can it, elf, or I will crush your summer fruit into a nice dinner wine.” He”
― Kate Danley, Maggie for Hire

“Nah. I'm a tough cookie. Except for the cancer, I'm fine.”
― Lisa Scottoline, Every Fifteen Minutes

“Zeb grinned. “You were the only person I know who’s done it on an occupied police car.”

I glared at him. “If you want to start trading stories, we can start trading stories. As a former member of the Richard Marx Fan Club, you don’t want to start this arms race.”

Zeb smiled meekly around a rib. Agreed.”

“Richard Marx?” Jolene asked.

“He went through an obnoxiously cheerful pop phase. Don’t ask.”
― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

“Nox didn’t say a word. He waited, counting the seconds in his mind. Sometimes you counted bullets and sometimes you counted time. Either one could kill you.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller