Just one question: how did you break the curse? Easy, I said. C’mon, sentenced to life in prison? That’s how I knew something was fishy. You would have moved heaven and earth to get me out of here. Be...
Jenna Rearden thinks you might be the Devil. Yet here you are. I finished my drink. Lucky for you, I only take payment in cash. I folded the envelope into my pocket, rose, and shook his hand. His grip...
I’m going to find out who Amber is. We’ve got to get to her before he does. My head swirled with maybes. Maybe Tony would lose his nerve. Maybe he’d drag his heels just a little longer. Maybe he’d sho...
If you want to be human, you’d better go buy a house in the suburbs, play golf, and cheat on your taxes, because that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get.
I nearly dropped my fork. Say that again? Human servants, so we can go where— No, not that, the second part. The stupid part. You guys are actually Satanists? Like real, no-kidding, play your heavy me...
Have you ever considered, for even a moment, the list of things I’m not allowed to do because some bitter old men say so? I can’t lead a mass, can’t earn the greens of a priest, let alone claim my bir...
Buy up the land it’s on and the twenty acres around it in every direction. Post a permanent guard. Satellite scans show a small village within that radius. Shame, the Smile said. The drug cartels are...
Apocalypso dancing! Sunday Sunday Sunday! You’ll want to cut your wrists with the whole knife, but you’ll only need the edge!
A fresh bottle of Jack waited on the end table, but for the first time in weeks I didn’t feel the need to pour a nightcap. The music was better.
You see, she said, maybe you are stronger than me. But it doesn’t matter, and I’ll tell you why: because I’ve always been smarter than you.
You see, your magic can only change what things are. His magic can change why things are.
The problem with doing magic under pressure is that the pressure drowns out the flow, the rhythm. It’s like trying to play jazz with a gun to your head.
Not always true. In ’08, that was the first and only year we played Monopoly. Four people died.
Just think of it like this: you’ve got two options, and you have to pick one. I held out my hands, palms upward, juggling them up and down like the arms of a scale. Free money? Bullet in the head? Fre...
Jenny sends her best, Margaux said. With Nicky being Nicky and Agent Black being, well, everywhere, it’s not safe for her to leave Vegas right now.
I’m taking my cash and going somewhere with sunny skies, frosty drinks, and no extradition treaty with the US.
It’s you, Pix. You and everybody like you. Everybody who reaches out a hand when they don’t have to. Everybody who helps somebody get up on their feet, or gets in the way of a fist so somebody weaker...
I smiled. Hey, ‘Eve,’ I said. Think you’ve got some uninvited guests. Now they were on three monitors. Teams of men in uniform black, huddled down behind riot shields, forcing their way into the Encla...
I promised Coop two things before he died, I said. One, I’d get his cut of the score to his wife. Two, I’d send Stanwyck to hell where he belongs. I’m keeping those promises. The latter, Caitlin said...
I gave him the list of what I needed. Brisco squinted at me. How is that gonna help? Didn’t you ever watch MacGyver? That guy could make bombs out of paper clips and chewing gum. Yeah, but…you aren’t...