Let me see if I have this straight. You killed your children and piloted their undead bodies?Yes. Does that shock you?No. You're a psychopathWhat does that mean?I got up and brought her a dictionary....
Landon slid back into the driver’s seat and pointed at my saber. Put it away.Say the magic word.Please, Landon squeezed out.I slid the blade back into the sheath and petted it. It’s okay, Sarrat. If h...
Kate, perhaps you need to explain to your significant other that he is in no position to give me orders. Last time I checked, his title was Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips...
Kate, I’m afraid the sword has to stay.No.Weapons are forbidden everywhere but the Pit level. You won’t get through the door.Shit.I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. Stay here. Guard the...
Kate sat at her desk. Grendel sprawled by her feet, an enormous black monstrosity that had more in common with the hound of the Baskervilles than with any poodle I had ever seen.
Kate makes good sausage, Jim said.Six pairs of eyes stared at me. Thank you, Mr. Wonderful. Just what I needed.Oh yeah, Andrea snapped her fingers. The links? The ones we had the beginning of the mont...
Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.The poodle whined softly.I don’t need any criticism from you. If you can go a day without barfing or destroying my house, then I might lis...
Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.
Jim walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a white towel around his hips and nothing else. His skin glistened with dampness—he had obviously just taken a shower. I stared at him in horror. He nodded...
I’m trying to understand.I opened my eyes. Explaining my moral code really wasn’t my forte. Imagine you’re being chased by wolves. You’re running through the woods, no settlement in sight, and you com...
I’ll drown him in that damn fountain and then I’ll CPR him back and drown him again.
It’s this beautiful thing you can never reach. No matter what you do, you’ll never touch it. You can only look and imagine what it would be like to hold it.
It’s not always about one’s personal happiness. Sometimes it has to be about the obligation we have to others. A duty to pay back for the gift you were given.
It’s a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really. The
It’s a hunting revolver. I slumped back. It’s for big game hunting. Texas, Alessandro said, loading a state’s worth of meaning into a single word.
It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.
It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.
It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn’t suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man. If he wanted something, he bought...
Is this you trying to cheer me up? What are you . . . going . . . to do about it? I asked. Your Wussiness? He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. Tap. You’re out, Ass Kicker.
Is it going to hurt?You bet.Sergeant Major had a lousy bedside manner.