Someone knocked.I paused, the chicken halfway to my mouth, and glared at the door. The knocking persisted. It wasn’t Derek. His knock would be careful, almost apologetic. This bastard knocked like he...
Somehow this new, on-his-best-behavior version was scarier than witnessing him calmly breaking a man with his bare hands. After what we’d been through, I would’ve expected him to hole up somewhere dar...
Some things can come to pass, he reminded himself. Some things are improbable, and some are impossible.
Some people awoke to escape their nightmares. I awoke into one.
So the boy’s life is still in jeopardy, Ghastek said..It’s being handled, Curran said.I would like to be involved in that handling.I’m sure you would, Curran said. It’s hard to believe, but I go whole...
She has a high opinion of herself, Andrea said. Oh yes. When she gets into a car, her ego has to ride shotgun.
Sex is about physical attraction, yes, but it's also about trust. I don't trust you. You're completely self-absorbed and egoistic. You offer nothing I want.
Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.
Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. You and I will never be done.You're my mate.He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried.I stopped sleeping since you left, he said...
Raphael pulled out a paperback and handed it to me. The cover, done back in the time when computer-aided imagine manipulation had risen to the level of art, featured an impossibly handsome man, leanin...
Perhaps you should negotiate? Robert glanced at me.Sure. I cleared my throat. Move or I'll cut your head off.
People must make their own choices, no matter how wrong those choices are. Otherwise they can't be free.
People get upset over many things. Frustrating jobs, small paychecks, bad hours. People want things; people feel humiliated by others who have the things they want; people feel deprived and powerless....
People can share in the joke. Nobody can share in your anguish.
People always long for the good old days, Christopher said, his light eyes thoughtful. We look at the past with rose-colored glasses.
Or a stuffed animal. I would’ve cuddled with it at night. I sighed heavily. Oh well. I guess that’s never going to happen. Arabella giggled. Grandma pointed the breaker bar at her. Quiet in the peanut...
No. Besides, if you can’t trust an ice giant driving a creeper van with a dead body inside, who can you trust?
My lords! I'm not a castle. You don't have to storm me.
My future chef was an oversized, hysterical hedgehog with a martyr complex.
Kissing me won’t make me more agreeable, she whispered. I’m not trying to make you more agreeable. His voice was rough and low. I just can’t help myself.