The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.
He glued the chair to my ass.Silence.Is it still...attached?I can't get it off.
If I fought for them and was crippled, they would all say nice things,and then they would replace me and forget I was ever there. You would stay with me. You would take care of me, because you love me...
If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody. Of course, Raphael might like that...
Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love? he asked.
I know you'll tell me to fuck off, but I think Curran loves you. Truly loves you. And I think you love him, Kate. That's rare. Think about it--if he really stood you up, why would he be so pissed off...
He put the book down. As you wish. He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is cof...
Don't worry, he's coming with me to investigate things.In the city? Jim asked.Yes.That's a great idea. You both should go. To the city.Curran and I looked at each other.He's trying to get rid of us, I...
Curran let our a ragged snarl and punched the other wall. It burst and the entire wreck of the house came down in a fountain of dust. He shook his hand, his knuckles bloody.Bricks are hard, I told him...
I thought of telling him that if it wasn't for Oklahoman cowboys and Mexican whores having a bit of fun, there would've been no Texans, but that would be counterproductive.
Secret to what?Secret to shutting you up, he said. I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and--he raised his hands--blessed silence.