Elizabeth

“Swear, that woman’s got a mouth on her worse than you do,” Tyler commented, following in after Bones. “Ian gave her the tiniest smack on the rear when she walked by, and she told him to—”
“Ian smacked my mother on the ass?” I cut him off. At Tyler’s nod, I stopped lighting sage and grabbed a silver knife, feeling my fangs pop out of their own accord. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Grave at a Time

“She might not know what your routine is, but I do,” I said softly. “So put the lantern down. You’re not burning me yet, and we both know it.”
“What’s she saying?” Sarah demanded, hobbling over. His white brows drew together, and I allowed a little smile to play on my lips. “Awfully bossy with you, isn’t she? Then again, it makes sense. She’s got the pants on, and you’re the one in the dress.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Grave at a Time

“Since you and Crispin are now finished and I have a few hours to kill, how about that shag?” he asked with heavy irony.

“Bite me,” I sighed, gathering up the pages.

He winked. “Of course. My second-favorite thing to do in bed.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Grave at a Time

“You don’t know where west is?” Sarah asked with disbelief.
I wasn’t going to drop her to the ground. I was going to throw her. “Do I look like I have a compass on me?”
Sarah waved a hand at the sky. “Can’t you use the stars to navigate?”
“I ’m twenty-nine years old, not two hundred and twenty-nine. I navigate by GPS, MapQuest, or TomTom. Not the fucking stars, ’k?”
― Jeaniene Frost