I’m coming with you. Mother, lock the doors and set the alarm. We’ll take the van and the Barrett.Would the Barrett be enough? Grandma Frida asked. Isn’t he supposed to bounce bullets off of his chest...
I’m a bastard but even I don’t kill my own people, unless it’s absolutely necessary.
I’ll hold the door as a shield, but you’ll have to fire.Why can’t you just slice them to pieces like that chopstick?Because my telekinetic magic doesn’t work on living things. I can throw something me...
I’d signed six things and my stack wasn’t getting any smaller. It was like the paperwork was breeding while I worked.
I’d like to go to one, she said. It might not be my thing even, but I’d like to go at least once to say I’ve done it. Sometimes I feel cheated. I know it’s selfish, but sometimes I wonder what it woul...
I’d give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.
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 the way of our universe. A never-ending chain of cannibalism: the stronger prey on the weaker only to become prey in return. The only way to win the game is to not play.
It’s a sword made out of your grandmother’s bones, Kate.
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 took a qualified wizard to detect a summoning in progress. It required only a half-literate idiot with a twitch of power and a dim idea of how to use it to attempt one. Before you knew it, a three-...
It rolled over you like old oil from a fryer.
It is an up close and personal war, fought with savage weapons, Odalon said. At first when you’re young and dumb and you hear about it, you think it will be glorious. That you will be like the hero of...
It doesn't matter if I'm the first. It only matters that I'll be the last
Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic consort?
Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?Yep.Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?Nope it's a pie.
In the living room Derek sprawled on the floor on a blanket, his eyes closed, his body human, corded with hard muscle, and covered only with a strategically placed towel. Julie knelt by him, long twee...
In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.
If you put a door marked Authorized Personnel ONLY and me in the same building, sooner or later I'll try to jimmy its lock to discover what's so special about it.