True. But anyway, the rioters get all riled up, and they chant: ‘What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!
Supernatural man drama was making me grouchy.
Sweet and geeky Jeff, lover of games, knew how to move.
Take of your shirt,he said.But I hadn't won Ethan Sullivan-and he hadn't won me-by my playing the wilting lily to his alpha predator.I lifted my head.I am not your possession.Aren't you?At my refusal,...
Take that back to the GP, Mr. Cabot. And should the urge arise, feel free to tell them to fuck off.
That guy, Lindsey said, is a douche. Asterisk, I hate him. Footnote, he can suck it.
That's our cue to depart. They know something I pointed out. I know something too. I know we're going to attract a lot of unwanted attention if they keep screaming. And then we have to make up some r...
The Constitution bans cruel and unusual punishment, I told him when he stepped down from the podium. What? he innocently asked. Getting you out of the library? I believe it’s due time, Sentinel. Now t...
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. Goose on the lawn, Luc said. Goose? I asked. That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
The forest floor erupted into a carpet of gnomes. They emerged from open splits in nearby trees and what looked like burrows in the ground, and spilled out around us, probably a hundred in all, all in...
The juice was delicious, with the fresh bite and lingering umami of freshly squeezed oranges.
Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?Surprisingly enough, not at the moment.Will miracles never cease?Ha, I said
The moral of the story? Don’t fuck with the magical order.
The quickest way to exacerbate a dinner with my parents was being late for dinner with my parents. Well, other than bringing zombies to dinner. Because who kept brains in the fridge?
The room fell heavily silent. After a minute of continuing to flay Morgan with that narrowed gaze—and Morgan staring back defiantly—Ethan slowly lifted green eyes to me, and I saw something different...
The supernatural threat is my boot up his ass, Lindsey muttered.
The sword’s a really nice touch—did you get it at Faire Makers?—but I’m not buying the attitude. It’s not really Merit. You should be channeling your inner vampire sex warrior. Like this, she said, th...
The world isn’t perfect, and some days it wears you down. You can either accept that, and face it, and be a help to others instead of a hindrance. Or you can decide the rules are too tough and they sh...
There are days when I would love to pull the cover over my head and say to hell with it. But I don’t do that. And most people don’t do that. Most people get up and do their jobs and work their asses o...
There are few things in the world that he loves more than this House, Merit. Possibly only one. At the knowing gaze in his eyes, my cheeks flushed. And in all the world, he entrusted one girl, one sch...
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