I couldn’t talk to Jane about this. She tended to do jazz hands when she did her little “I told you so” dance.

 

No one deserved smug jazz hands.

 

Of all the weapons in a vampire’s arsenal, they were the most demoralizing.

“You seem to hold a lot of contempt for the Council, Ms. Jameson-Nightengale.”

 

“Contempt? No. Distrust? Sure. Alarm? Absolutely. Occasionally wake from nightmares of an apocalyptic hellscape where the Council has taken over and turned the human population into juice boxes—”

"Dick was wearing a tie. This was bad. This was very bad. This was a huge mistake, and we should all just go home."

"The head representative in Las Cruces? Lost a human intern. Just lost him somewhere in the office. And then tried to blame alien abduction."