People must make their own choices, no matter how wrong those choices are. Otherwise they can’t be free. A
People lie for many reasons: to save themselves, to get out of trouble, to avoid hurting someone's feelings. Manipulators lie to get what they want. Narcissists lie to make themselves seem grand to ot...
People are fish to us, child. Your mother’s death hurts, because she was your mother and Im robbed your childhood of security and happiness. You’re justified in your revenge. But to him, she was only...
Peope, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger, and to be led. It's easy to be a cog in a machine: you don't have to think...
Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it w...
Outside I hopped into our vehicle, the taint of vampiric magic clinging to me like greasy smoke. I feel soiled. Like walking into a room after a day of work, falling into bed, and realizing the sheets...
Only two kinds of people drink their coffee black: cops and serial killers.
One does not simply ring Roland. Oh
Now Julie could stay here, in the Keep full of homicidal maniacs who grew teeth the size of switchblades and erupted into a violent frenzy when threatened.
Nothing is free. If you want it, you have to fight for it.
No. You always say that word, he said. Is it supposed to mean something?
No. Not my circus, not my undead monkeys.
My back hit the wall. He closed in with an almost terrifying intensity. His muscular body boxed me in.Rogan, I warned. In my head, a song played over and over, singing to me in a seductive voice, . ....
Mr. Ramirez looked at Sean and me one last time and smiled. Good luck with your jogging. No. He didn’t just wish Sean and I happy jogging.
Most people will do just about anything you tell them to do, if you act with authority, give them no choice, and accept the responsibility for their actions. It's kind of scary, isn't it?
Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.
Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns it? Curran, I will punch you. Rough play. Curran pretended to shiver in excitement.
Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue
Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.
Marriage was a trap. The moment the man said the word I do at the altar, he surrendered his freedom. He was no longer free to pursue other women. Staying out past the appointed hour required his wife’...