Do I look Lithuanian to you?
Has anybody ever stolen anything from this place and lived to talk about it? Halima crossed her arms. Allegedly, a bartender was once short on cab fare home. He borrowed five dollars from the till, in...
When you fight, though, that badge means you’ve gotta keep your gloves on. I don’t. I use brass knuckles.
Viridithol, I said, my blood running cold as I pieced the story together. You reckless, dumb sons of bitches. You put samples of plant life from another fucking dimension in a drug and fed it to pregn...
The only thing more dangerous and unpredictable than a junkie is a junkie with a loaded gun.
The gun was an equalizer, but only when it came to the cambion. Sullivan would just swallow the bullets and spit them back out at me.
I’d rather be hopeful and wrong than jaded and right.
I’d never broken into a cemetery before. There’s a first time for everything.
His gaze slid from her headscarf to her glass of club soda. Still pretending to be a Muslim? Hey, Damien, Freddie said, still pretending to be a man? Dances-with-Knives, a pleasure as always. He lower...
And for the record, yes, a Taurus Judge probably WILL blow a demon’s face off at close range.
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.
Favor? Stop putting real occult-underground shit in your books. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Or you’re gonna get me in trouble. Come
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.
Stacy, Artie snapped, I don’t have time for this shit, okay— The first message, which she said you’d understand, is that she’s one of Caitlin’s sisters. She’s going to make sure you stay properly ente...
Sounds ominous, I said. Do you get a cool code name, too? No, but I have handcuffs— Kinky. —and a gun. I shook my head. There you go, ruining the mental image.
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...
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...
Redemption Choir. Half-demons who want to be human, I said. So they’re the good guys. No, I said. They’re nuts, and they just kidnapped a priest. They’re the bad guys. Who’s AB? Special Agent Harmony...
Oh. Oh. Well, that is useful information. Thank you, dear. Yes, yes, you’re terribly thoughtful and I couldn’t have a better best friend. Yes, we’ll have to do a— A con with a bloody spike in his grip...
Now, neither of you gentlemen are under my court’s authority, so I can’t technically pass my formal judgment upon you. I think…we’ll just call this a double homicide.