What kind of a woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?
What kind of a woman greets the Beast Lord with ‘here, kitty, kitty’? he asked.
I am a polite, nonthreatening kind of dragon with excellent manners. Horns are hidden, tail is tucked away, fangs covered. I would never do anything cruel, like stab a man with a knife about ten times...
Kate Daniels, deadly swordswoman and rescuer of hungry orphans. Come in. Wash your hands.
Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.
THE SKULL GLARED at me out of empty eye sockets.
You should do the dramatic door-opening thing, I told Curran. Would you like to see me do the dramatic door-opening thing? Yes, I would. Very much. A quick smile bent his lips. We
So, how are things with you and Curran?There were times in life when I wished for supreme mental powers. Like telekinesis. Mostly, I wanted them to crush my opponents. But right now I wanted them so I...
You know what? No: if he ever fell in love, it wouldn’t be great romantic devotion. It would be an exercise in frustration and lust, and at the end of it his significant other would strangle him.
What is he doing here? Curran growled.He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me. He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade.Tough luck. You're mine.
Did you read the instructions? He shook his head. Why, were you afraid they’d take your man card away? Are you going to help me or just make fun of me? Can’t I do both?
Did you run any of this by Curran? I told him I was about to do something idiotic and dangerous, and he told me to go ahead and let him know if he could help in any way. I don’t understand your relati...
Sit your ass down, Don Juanabe, Derek said.Don Juanabe? Ascanio pulled out his swords.Don Juan Wannabe, Derek explained. See I shortened it. If you still don't get it, I'll write it down for you after...
Do we have a flamethrower? Curran asked. No. We should get a flamethrower.
The pain gets better with time, I told her. It always hurts, but it gets better.
Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers.
With you, I breathe.
Erra pointed at Curran with her thumb. You want to marry this? Is there a shortage of men?
Doolittle nodded to one of his assistants. The short, slight woman approached Roman's cot. We're going to put you in your own private room. Is this a code for killing me? Roman asked. Because I won't...
Doolittle once told me that he wasn’t afraid of me. He was afraid of what I might become in spite of myself. His fears were coming true. Power
Showing 301 to 320 of 1906 results