He gave me a feral grin. Like what you see, dove? Nope. I hadn’t had sex in eighteen months. Pardon me while I struggle with my hormone overload.
Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.
Flirt with me now, you sonovabitch! See if I’m impressed.
Fate, that bloody, vicious, fickle bitch. Sometimes she loved him, and he could do nothing wrong. And sometimes she stuck a knife in his back.
Eventually Victoria will die. She's old.And that didn't sound morbid. Not at all.
Elegance is never ostentatious, and there is nothing more bourgeois than covering everything in gold. It screams that one has too much money and too little taste, and it infuriates peasants.
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
Do we have a flamethrower? Curran asked. No. We should get a flamethrower.
Did you think I was sitting on my hands? I thought you might be injured. He looked at me. We’ve met, you and I? I deliberately took a big step back. What? he growled. I’m making room for your ego.
Did they think I would throw a tantrum? Baby, you’re not the tantrum type. You are the scary-smile-and-stabbing type. I looked at him. Hard-stare type. He grinned.
Curran, please don’t bite his head off. Why? Because it’s illegal. Technically you assaulted him first when you threw him across the lawn. I didn’t throw him very far. I rolled my eyes. I could’ve thr...
Curran stood in the middle of the street, his hands still locked on the insect’s front pair of legs. The spider-scorpion was lunging at him again and again, trying to grip him with its pincers. If tho...
Curran stalked into the room as if he owned it, turned, and crossed his arms on his chest. Biceps bulged, stretching the sleeves of his sweatshirt. If there was any justice in the world, he should’ve...
Curran scrutinized Mart’s face. I can’t figure out if he wants to kill you or screw you.I’ll be glad to make the choice for him.Curran looked back at me. Why is it you always attract creeps?You tell m...
Come in. Tea?No.I’ll get you some chamomile, Barabas said. You look like you need it.Right now, I’d have to drown in calming tea for it to do any good.
Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.
Cat got your tongue, Nevada?
Caldenia smiled. A Quillonian chef, my dear you shouldn't have. Well you should have months ago, but one mustn't be petty. Finally. I shall be dining in a style to which I am suited. Fantastic. Does h...
But if you have doubts, why don’t you go stand over there. I’ll shoot you and we’ll find out if it hurts.
Augustine had emailed them to me segregated into two helpful categories: will kill you and can kill you. This was going to be one hell of a soiree.