She put her hands over her face. Ah crap. What do I do now? Do I say something, do I not say something? I kept talking, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. Her shoulders shook slightly. She w...
Settle down, Princess. It’s not my first time.
Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said Chernobog. The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn’t be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a wom...
People around me died, usually in horrible and bloody ways.
No. Not my circus, not my undead monkeys.
Most men got married because they were comfortable where they were, and breaking free was too hard and too unpleasant.
Men like you enjoy being flattered.
Let's hope your lion has some brains, otherwise your child will be a dimwit.
It’s funny how loud horrified silence can be. Curran laughed.
It’s all fun and games until the drunk Viking Santa shows up.
It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.
I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods.Perfect, it will keep him occupied.In what capacity?Bait.
I was still pissed. What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway? Weredingo. Now I’d seen everything. Well, at least he didn’t steal my baby.
I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.
I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board
He’s my fiancé, I told her. We are living in sin.
He who is feared by my enemy is my shield.
He said he'd met a girl with stardust on her robe, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw the universe looking back.
He referred to you as his little snack.He's a sweetie.
He plugged the phone into the outlet.It rang. Roman stared at it as if it were a viper. The phone rang again. He unplugged it. There. It can’t be that bad, I told him. Oh, it’s bad. Roman nodded. My d...