What happened to your tan.
Max-Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.
Hope attacking doubt. It seemed crazy.
I’ll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?
If I could run the world, I’d find another way to treat most of these criminals-most of them, not all of them-but we find widespread solutions to widespread problems in this country, so we just build big prisons and stick everyone inside them and, for the most part, forget about them once they’re gone. Noah
You’re lying through your fangs,” Iggy accused.
Fang tried to play innocent–but “innocent Fang” is an oxymoron, so it didn’t work.
How is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely city. Will you leave your heart there? Do you think it’s a good place to die?
He murdered one of us.
Sometimes a bad wind blows.