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Riley Blackthorne - kicking hell's ass one demon at a time.

A smell of burned hair and cotton wafted into the air as I spun toward my desk. There was a low whine from the desk and then smoke billowed out of my closed laptop.I gaped.My precious, perfectly brand new laptop I cherished like one would a small child.Son of a mother_Friend or not, it was so on

Til shade is gone, til water is goneInto the shadow with teeth baredScreaming defiance with the last breathTo spit in Sightblinder__ eye on the Last Day.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

Some girls want to be a princess when they grow up. I wanted to be in a bad bitch girl gang.

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

I am a good runner. There are many faster, but not so many for whom it has been as necessary to learn to become nothing but flight.

You're murderers," she told the stunned crowd. "You killed him. He was a miracle, and you killed him. Now you've just got me. And I'm a curse.