Jess

“So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?”
Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. “You owe me an apology.”
“Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“The Prince of Hell shrugged. 'Shit Happens”
― Jana Oliver, Forbidden

“Ozymandias controls not only the dead, but the living. He works the dark magics, and it is said he knows the paths between the worlds and walks them without fear. He wields the-"
"Stop! In English, okay?""
"In English?" she asked, throwing the empty wineglass into the picnic basket. Riley nodded.
"You're in serious shit.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?” she urged. “I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister.”
“Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?” He snorted. “I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember.”
“Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven