North Korea is a famine state. In the fields, you can see people picking up loose grains of rice and kernels of corn, gleaning every scrap. They look pinched and exhausted. In the few, dingy restauran...

Maximus, she whispered, all moonlight and strength. I love you. Never forget that.

Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and th...

Kaltain Rompier had just turned the tide of this war.Dorian had never been more ashamed of himself.He should have been better. Should have better. They all should have.

It turned out this man worked for the Dalai Lama. And she said gently-that they believe when a lot of things start going wrong all at once, it is to protect something big and lovely that is trying to...

In the interests of separation, Black women have been taught to view each other as always suspect, heartless competitors for the scarce male, the all-important prize that could legitimize our existenc...

In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the cr...

If you love her, that's all that matters.

If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem.

If I were marooned here till it suited my overbearing, domineering, pig-headed jackass of a husband to finish risking his stupid neck, I'd use the time to see what I could spot.

I'm proud of you, Bliss, he said.Michael's sword released the souls that were trapped in your blood. You freed them. You freed me.But now I'm never going to see you again, am I? she asked.Dylan smiled...

I want to give just a slight indication of the influence the book has had. I knew that , in his second novel, , published in 1935, had borrowed from for his nighttime scene in Trafalgar Square, where...

I knew a lot of fellas who live in Lizzy and never got involved in some of the stuff that we were getting into. This was because they had a strong father figure at home, so they couldn’t have gotten i...

I glanced back at my merry little band of travelers. A hornless gay unicorn. A half-giant. A knight who was a jerk but that I wanted to have for breakfast.

I could end this with a moral,as if this were a fable about animals,though no fables are really about animals.

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we’re both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

His name is Julian Janus Marquet, but I’m going to call him Jory.Both Chris and Paul heard my thin whisper. I was so tired, so sleepy.Why would you call him Jory? asked Paul, but it wasn’t me who had...

He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious.Just what I wanted to hear. So how are you getting here?My private jet.Of course, he had a private jet. Whe...

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

Despite this inundation of rape imagery, where we are immersed in a rape culture—one that is overly permissive toward all manner of sexual violence—not enough victims of gang rape speak out about the...