You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.
Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk. "- Myrnin "Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen" - Claire
What do you think it is?" "It could be anything from a lawn trimmer to a bomb, for all I know. " "I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?
Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone. " He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands. " She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
Follow me,” Myrnin said. “And do stay together. And by the way, this is the last time I go anywhere with you people. You are all insane.
Myrnin: "There is no drama so great as that of a teenage girl. " Claire: "Except yours.
Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course. " He didn't.
Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, "Bob would be very disappointed in you.
Claire was struggling through last summer’s diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazystylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragon’s head on it. And, on his lapel was a button that said, If you can read this, thank a teacher.
Myrnin: ‘Have we been introduced?’ Frank: ‘Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart?’ Myrnin: ‘You’re not my type, darling.
Oliver laughed - actually laughed. "I like this new Claire," he said. "You should work her this hard all the time, Myrnin. She's interesting when she's forthright. " Claire, possessed by the spirit of Eve, shot him the finger. Which made him laugh again, shake his head, and walk up the steps.
It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.
Who's Myrnin?" Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss. " "You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?
Her phone rang again. “What?” she snapped as she answered it. Myrnin, of course. “Are you on your way?” “No!” “Claire, there are things to do. ” “Here, too,” she said. “And I’m staying here, believe me. ” Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, “Bob would be very disappointed in you. ” “Bob the spider?” “He looks at you like a mother, you know. I’m surprised at your lack of work ethic. Think of the example you set for—” She hung up on him and turned the phone on vibrate and relaxed in Shane’s arms.
I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?
