Oh. They were trying to be inconspicuous. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I'd never had an attempt at intimidation whispered at me before.
Normally I’d hide my gun in a canvas bag or a purse. Today I didn’t bother. My Baby Desert Eagle rested in a hip holster. Its magazine held twelve rounds, .40 S&W, and I’d brought two spare magazines,...
Men. Yes. Can’t live with them, can’t kill them. Elara crossed her arms.
Me Kate. You Tarzan?No. Curran bared his teeth at me. In the first book, he grabs a lion by the tail and pulls it. Never gonna happen. First, an adult male lion weights five hundred pounds. Second, yo...
Maybe you should make me a list of people I can kill and ways in which they’re allowed to die, he said. You are not funny. I’m very funny.
Maybe I should add some graffiti to spice it up. For a good time call the Consort. Beast Lord eats your food and turns into a lion in his sleep. Mahon has hemorrhoids. Boudas do it better. Warning, pa...
Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
Life is trade; we trade our labor for its fruit, we trade hours of study for knowledge, we trade pleasure for pleasure or sometimes for wealth, security, or offspring.
Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.
Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.
Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.
Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.
I’ve had a lot of practice. The Pack contains thirty-two species in seven tribes, each with their own hang-up. Jackals and coyotes pick fights with wolves, because they have an inferiority complex and...
I’m your best bet to keep Roland from taking over.Yes.Young, in need of being taught.Evdokia crossed her arms. Yes.Easily manipulated? Emotionally compromised? Are these my best qualities?Evdokia thre...
I’m going to shoot him, I squeezed through my teeth. No, that would be murder, Grandma Frida told me, her voice soothing. You’ve had a long day. Let’s put your magic away. You know what you need? A ni...
I’m curious, what are you picturing exactly? Augustine asked. A crisscrossing pattern of red laser beams and ferrets in harnesses slithering through it like ninjas?
I’d believed him. He was supposed to be different, to be more. He’d made me hope for things I didn’t think I’d ever get. When hope broke, it hurt. Mine was a very big, very desperate hope, and it hurt...
It’s a very special couch, I told her. Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We’re thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .
It wasn’t a bluff; I heard it in his voice. He would do it. He would walk away. You would leave all these people, all the bowing, and the . . . His gray eyes looked into mine. If I fought for them and...
In the crime novels, a PI is either an ex-cop or has some cop buddies who owed him a favor and who happily provided him with the department's files, while carrying on about how it could cost them thei...