When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill.
Whatever storm was brewing, I'd find it and fight it. If it was the price of being with Curran, then I would pay it. He was worth it.
What are you planning? I asked, as we turned toward the grand ballroom.Just a small demonstration for the public good, he said. I am so sorry.You’re apologizing in advance.Yes.Never a good sign.
We, the human beings, are meant to live life to its fullest. We are meant to experience it all—sadness, disappointment, rage, kindness, joy, love. We are meant to test ourselves. It is painful and fri...
We are family. You will always have a place in my house. I won't abandon you... You have people, Julie. You are not alone.
Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-th...
Unfortunately, stain removal methods was one of those troublesome subjects somewhere between relationship issues and mysterious car noises. Everybody was an expert, everybody had a cure, and they all...
Tony looked at me with the long-suffering patience of an adult child who knew an educational lecture was coming and there was no way to escape. One
They dismissed me as a peasant, I dismissed them as shallow, and we were all happy like that.
There was light in Erra. There was also darkness, and when I looked deep into both, I recognized myself.
The world was going crazy. Nothing left to do but hold on and yell Wheee! at strategic moments.
The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.
The thing is, people have a remarkable potential to injure you, but they also have a great power to help you heal.
The rim of the cup shuddered. Her fingers were shaking.
The point is, I have no patience left. You will tell me where you went when you vanished. Now. Andrea raised her chin, as if daring me to take a swing. Or? Or what exactly? Or I will punch you right i...
The newcomer struck him as an enterprising sort of man. The kind that would slit your throat for a box of tissues in your bag while you slept.
The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.
The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.
That had to be the craziest thing he'd heard. At some point they must've looked around and said, Hey, what do we have a shitload of? Mud! It's cold and wet. I know, let's burn it! Well, it ain't good...
That does it. I leaned forward. Hey, you. Either put your claws where your mouth is or shut the fuck up. Nobody wants to hear you yip.