Just very, very bright. So bright that there isn’t a single shadow in the shot. Dell looked back toward the steel shelves. Uh, you know that’ll like, wash out everything, right? I mean that’s not real...
You know the Honeydew? It’s a no-tell motel that rents by the hour, and the management has a permanent case of cash-induced amnesia.
But it’s not about violence; it’s about doing what you can, whenever you can, to stand up for what you believe. You fight and you never, ever give up. That’s what makes a man.
I looked at Harmony. Harmony looked at Gary. She knew he’d overreached and blown it. So did Lars. Only Gary himself was too dumb to figure it out. I cleared my throat.
There was a modern family for you. Demon mom, human dad, cambion kid. Just like Caitlin and me, minus the kid and the wedding rings. Wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
Seems to me you’ve got two choices: one, you can get in a gunfight with the United States government—because that always ends well—or you can run downstairs, get as many of your boys out through the e...
The fact is, it just wasn’t meant to be. Crazy rich lady who wants to blow up the world, crazy demon asshole who wants to invade hell…I know, you had high hopes, but this relationship just wasn’t goin...
So sorry, Calypso said, waving his cigarette in a slow circle. I should have asked before I lit up. Does anyone mind if I smoke? Duh, yes, Josh snapped at him. It’s a filthy habit. And it’s making my...
It wasn’t…it wasn’t anything personal, he finally said. Funny, I told him. When somebody tries to screw somebody else over and fails hard? That’s always the first thing out of their mouth. ‘It was onl...
My list of requirements was hard to meet. Ideally, I needed quiet neighbors, a landlord who took rent payments in cash and wasn’t picky about background checks, and hardwood floors for chalking down t...
What’s going on, Faust? Hive B. They’re running death matches for rich sickos to gamble on. Warden Lancaster and the guards are all in on it. That’s why nobody ever comes back from Hive B. They’re not...
The pink sun tumbled from the sky like a shooting star, turning day to night in the space of a trembling breath. What rose in its place was a moon made of rotting meat, its vast surface pitted with cr...
Literally sold his soul? Like, ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia,’ Robert Johnson at the crossroads— Like Mephistopheles and your namesake, or the violinist Niccolò Paganini, or the Rolling Stones, yes, exa...
I’d never broken into a cemetery before. There’s a first time for everything.
The Nook was in a perpetual state of slightly organized chaos, like it had been hit by a tornado followed by a slightly mad librarian with bold new ideas about the Dewey decimal system.
Gandhi doesn’t pick up an AK-47, and Pixie doesn’t volunteer to splash blood on her hands.
She arched an eyebrow. You already know? I stole his soul, lost his soul, exorcised his soul from another person’s body, stuffed him in a bottle, pulled a short con, and now the Choir thinks I’m Gille...
You mean, she said, do I want to go and hunt the Bogeyman in the dark? Why, I’d be ever so delighted. Let’s roll.
I could see the smudge of a pistol in his reflection’s grip, aimed right at my back. I’m pretty good at reading people, I said calmly, not turning around. Figuring out their motivations. What makes th...
The only thing more dangerous and unpredictable than a junkie is a junkie with a loaded gun.
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