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The cold knot of rage in my chest started beating like a clock, a slow, steady countdown to Alexis James's death. Tick-fucking-tock.

Still, I couldn't help looking at Daphne in morbid satisfaction. 'What did I tell you? Our first double date? Officially ruined.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

I think we've established that you are not, in fact, the prince of this particular kingdom," I said. "But I am certainly the queen bitch around here.

Folks who said you were a coward if you ran away from a fight usually didn't live long themselves.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there's just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

I used to murder people for money, but these days it's more of a survival technique.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Fucking hope. Next thing you'd know, I'd be getting soft and sentimental and teary-eyed over puppies and kittens and rainbows.

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?"
"What makes you think I'm up to something?"
The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

Oh yes. You've caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.

Oh, Finn isn't an assassin," I cut in. "He's much, much worse. He's a banker.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Can't believe she bloody dropped me again ... , I heard him mutter.
P 308

Irony. What a fucking bitch.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?" he said.
"This was a Fiona Fine original.

Hard to think about chasing after someone when your own femur was sticking up out of your skin like a lollipop gushing blood

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

And what do you do in times of crisis, Gin?" Grayson asked. I stared at him. "I survive.

Asylum. The word always made me
smile. Such a pretty name for a hellhole.

Because that's when I'll be figuring out how to wash your blood out of my dress. Red really is my best color.

It had been a long night already, and now here I was, locked in another fight to the death. Sometimes it just didn't pay to leave the house.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin."
"Tell that to James Bond

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

You can work with me - or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Now, even Nickamedes was being nice to me, which told me exactly how much trouble I was in.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

Harley Grimes might be a bad, bad guy, but I happen to be a bad, bad bitch.

Open sesame,' I joked. Silence. Apparently, the Reapers weren't in a joking mood.

I'm not going to apologize for what I do anymore, and I'm not going to be afraid of losing your love or approval.

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

You're late."
"Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

I shut the security-center door, stepped over the giant's body, and went on my merry, murderous way.

Infamy, thy name is Gin Blanco.

Finn grabbed a menu and started scanning through the choices, even though he'd memorized them all long ago.

I know your secret.

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

Don't make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

Don't you understand what I've done?" Caine asked. "I've gone against everything I believe in. And for what? You?

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

Gin's the toughest gal I know. Takes a licking and keeps on ticking, just like a Timex. Isn't that right, Gin?

Don't give me your knives. Don't give up. Don't you dare give up.

Emotions flickered in the amber depths, one after another, like lightning bugs winking on and off. Disgust. Anger. Mistrust. Suspicion. Curiosity.

Information was like an aphrodisiac to Finn. Uncovering people's secrets an amusing game.

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

I sighed. Sometimes, killing people just wasn't worth cleaning up the mess afterward.

You might say that I was a sort of modern-day Robin Hood, merrily stealing from the rich. Only I never, ever gave my loot away for free.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

You bitch!" he screamed. "I'll kill you for this!" "Sure you will," I said in an easy voice. "Take a number and get in line.

In the end, the only thing, the only person, you could ever count on was yourself.

Phillip cleared his throat and got to his feet. I need some fresh air. All this postbattle rah-rah-we-lived sentimentality is a bit cloying.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Steel toes tend to bolster a girl's confidence in her ability to kick some serious ass.

Maybe there was something to be said for creepy statues after all.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

You're just jealous."
"Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

I'll meet you there, pumpkin," Grandma said. "And I'll bring my sword with me.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done.
And I wasn't weak. Not anymore.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

Kiss me or let me go. I don't care anymore.

Killing someone was easy - getting away with it was what was truly challenging.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

I want to stay with you," Owen said, his words almost a snarl. "I want to fight with you and be by your side to the end - no matter what that is.

Fletcher had always said that apologies were just empty words, and that actions were all that really mattered in the end.

The romantic reunion and thank-you-for-saving-my-life sex would have to wait until later.

Executive Vice President? That's a nice way of saying he's someone's corporate bitch.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I smiled, but it was a cold, heartless expression. Because you're in my killing fields now, bitch.

And hey, bacon made everything better.

Luck hadn't smiled on me tonight. Capricious bitch.

It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.

Unless I missed my guess, it was time for Fiera to go kick some ubervillian ass.
Goody.

Sometimes, humans were more monstrous than anything else.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I'd do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

There's no need for thanks. Family takes care of family. Simple as that.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.

I'm the Spider, bitch - I'm the best there is.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

I looked and listened, but the only sounds were my soft, quick breaths and the faint plop-plop-plop of blood dripping off the end of my knife.

He was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer - or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I'd ever heard.

What are you smiling at?' - 'Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

All right, baby," Daphne crooned.
"Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets ...

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen, he said.

Blue Marsh might be hundreds of miles away from Ashland, but sociopathic assholes were the same no matter where you went.

That was my favorite dagger.
She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.