I like Eeyore. He’s sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.
I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.
I can’t share, Nevada. I won’t.
He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.
Give me a few minutes.You have time. He sat in the grass.Are you just going to sit there and watch me?Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best.Peasant?He shrugged. Y...
First, it took both of us to kill that thing, and if it reinvents itself again, it will take both of us again. I’m not leaving you alone with it. Second, if you try to physically carry me to the car,...
Did you just grab my butt? I whispered. What? Curran! Yes? I could hear controlled laughter in his voice. Unbelievable. I sped up. We’re tracking ghouls and you’re grabbing my butt. I always make sure...
Curran smiled. It was a happy, genuine smile and it catapulted him from attractive into irresistible territory. He didn’t smile very often in public. That intimate smile was usually reserved for priva...
Consort, I said. You honor us. Fuck you, Dali said. Fuck your shit. I quit.
Audrey tapped Gaston’s shoulder with her finger. Think you can get into that barn?Gaston shrugged his muscular shoulders. Sure.I need you to get down there, open the stalls inside, and panic the horse...
A tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and Willia...
Problem with honesty was that it gave your opponent ammunition to use against you.
And suddenly I was airborne. I hurtled through the air, straight at Mad Rogan. Fate threw us at each other. I could never tell Grandma. I
Alone with her sadness . . . Curran, stop while you’re ahead, or I swear,
You’re sending some confusing signals. Curran growled deep in his throat. That’s impressive but not really informative, Your Furriness.
You're crazy, you know that?Yes. But I'm a demon in the sack.I laughed. Okay then. That fixes everything.That's right, it does.
You whiny little piece of shit, Rogan growled. Another punch. We don’t kill civilians. We don’t show off in public and scare people. Another punch. We don’t abuse our power, you fucking moron. You’re...
You should ask him where his crew is. Doolittle’s face wrinkled in disgust. Go on. Tell her.Jim didn’t look like he wanted to tell me anything.Where is Brenna?On the roof, keeping a lookout, Jim said....
You can never lose a fight in your own bar, because if you do, it’s not your bar anymore.
Would you like to sit in my nasty medicated bath with me?