The future is no more uncertain than the present.
Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.
Your mortal's storming the slaver den. Aric's tone was half-amused, half-approving. I'm hereby inviting myself on his incursion.
What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he's out there, and he's clearly not going to leave you alone until one of...
The modern mind is forced towards the future by a certain sense of fatigue, not unmixed with terror, with which it regards the past. It is propelled towards the coming time; it is, in the exact words...
Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five abo...
Of course when one opens a coffin, one destroys it. Nevertheless a delicate odour of cedarwood will come forth.
Looking down, she became aware of the water, which was covered with a film of calcinous hard-water particles of dirt and soap, and of the body that was sitting in it, somehow no longer quite her own....
Limpias, pues, sus armas, hecho del morrión celada, puesto nombre a su rocín y confirmándose a sí mismo, se dio a entender que no le faltaba otra cosa sino buscar una dama de quien enamorarse; porque...
Leo didn't usually think of the ukulele as a sad instrument. (Pathetic, sure. But not sad.) Yet the tune Apollo strummed was so melancholy it broke Leo's feels.
It's dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o' it,
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
It doesn't happen to me anymore, because a fresh generation of Africans and Asians has arisen to take over the business, but in my early years in Washington, D.C., I would often find myself in the bac...
I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell—just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later—I wish I'd told him.
Have McNab take the edge if you need one. Can he handle bad cop?He does it really well during personal role-playing games when I'm the reluctant witness.
God alert! Blackjack yelled. It's the wine dude!Mr. D sighed in exasperation. The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!
Every minute with you, Darling Eve, is a minute to treasure.She slid a glance toward him as she uncoded the seal. You really do want sex.I'm still breathing, so that would be yes.
Elizabeth had amnesia and her defenses were down. Bruce had tried to take advantage of her – what guy wouldn’t? Unfortunately, she got her memory back just in time, ran right out of his house, and wre...
But how did you know where we were? Annabeth asked.Advanced planning, my dear. I figured you would wash up near Miami if you made it out of the Sea of Monsters alive. Almost everything strange washes...
At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?