Football is a wargame of land acquisition.
Fine, he said. You had no idea it could be this good. Nobody in your past was ever that good and you know that nobody in your future will ever be this good. You’ve had a taste and you want more. You w...
Few things are more frightening than the thought of your god coming to life. There is no such thing as privacy between a deity and his worshipper. There are no secrets, no glossed-over failures. Only...
Everyone had a weakness. It was the law of nature that for each being there was a predator, or a disease, or a vulnerability built into their very core.
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.
Do we need to give you some privacy for the makeup sex?
Do men often tell you you're enchanting? No. Men often tell me I hit very hard. Hint, hint.
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.
Damn boudas. I tell him he's under siege and he goes to take a nap.
DOES EVERYBODY THINK I am an asshole? Curran asked. Only people who know you or have met you.
Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed.Well, look at that. I studied my free wrist. Denied. Good-bye
Consort, I said. You honor us.Fuck you, Dali said. Fuck your shit. I quit.
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.
Chicks dig a man of mystery. You don’t say. You know what else chicks dig? Subatomic vaporizers? And werewolves. Chicks really dig werewolves. Poor
But I’ve forgiven Hugh, because if I don’t forgive him, there is no hope for forgiveness for someone like me.
Before I take a man into my bed, I need to know him. I want to trust him and like him.
Because he doesn’t want me talking to my grandmother.Barabas looked at Curran.Curran shrugged. It’s a family thing. Sometimes your father puts your semidead grandmother into a really bad place and is...
At heart, Curran was a cat. He liked soft things, high places, and enough room to stretch out.
Ascanio came back. What happened to him? He looks like he got his ass run over by a car.He was run over by my fist.
As soon as the engagement was announced, the Pack Clans converged and shot the idea of a quiet ceremony out of the water and then kept firing at it until it stopped convulsing and died.