A woman dressed for tennis and clutching a digital camera did a double take, looking at the suited thugs and then at me as if wondering if she’d seen me on television. No, no, they’re not my bodyguard...
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...
After a moment, she nodded to herself. Oh, you little scamp, she murmured. What is it? She lowered her glasses, just enough to show me the burning molten-copper swirls of her eyes. Her real eyes. He’s...
We’ll put in at a private airport—the owner goes deaf and blind if you kick him twenty bucks—and head for this place in the French Quarter. Restaurant with a sideline in moving contraband. They know m...
You got a name? Kim, he spat. What’s your first name? Mister.
Oh, hey, I said. Looks like the whole Vegas Metro SWAT division is here. Plus the FBI, Homeland Security, and probably the IRS for good measure.
And, uh, could I borrow somebody’s car? Mine’s impounded and I can’t reclaim it because I’m kinda legally dead right now.
Your traveling companion is a highly successful narcotics dealer. I held up a finger. Point of order. She was arrested for marijuana possession twice, growing it once, and all three times the charges...
There are two answers to evil, she said. The first is to justify it. The evil that you do is for a good cause, you’ll be validated in the end, it needed to be done, etcetera, etcetera. Of course, once...
I hit the arrow key one last time and froze. I’d captured it, all right. It nearly filled the frame, so big it would have to squeeze through the loft’s doors to move around. Or squirm through. I could...
Luck comes naturally when you make it yourself.
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.
Why are you whispering? I’m on the roof of an evil flower shop, and I don’t want to get shot. That sort of answer, he said, really shouldn’t surprise me anymore.
C’mon, clock’s ticking. Let’s go pick a fight with an evil billionaire wizard.
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.
I looked around, my heart pounding faster, trying to spot it before it could get the jump on me. The creature was near, but the noise sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once. No, I realized...
Does it still look like Jules Verne built a brothel? I nodded. I think they call that steampunk now, but yeah. It’s also got free-roaming man-eating shadows for a security system. And does anyone know...
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...
Gandhi doesn’t pick up an AK-47, and Pixie doesn’t volunteer to splash blood on her hands.
Good evening, Eisenberg Correctional. This is your new warden speaking. You may have noticed that every single door in the prison has just opened. This is in keeping with our new ‘leave whenever you w...
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