You destroyed five million dollars' worth of luxury cars.Yes, but none of them are wearing human heads as hood ornaments.
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...
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...
Okay, pull me up.The rope didn't move.Ascanio? What was it now? Did he see a butterfly and get distracted?The rope slid up, as fast as if wound by a winch. I shot upward. What the...?I cleared the edg...
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...
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.
Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie
Saiman reached into the trunk and pulled out a pink tulle tutu. No. Yes. It won’t fit. Elastic waistband, Saiman said. It will fit. Curran’s grin was pure evil. Don’t you dare, I told him. It’s too ba...