Good night, Preceptor. He nodded, turned without a word, and strode down the hallway. He'd walked her to the door. That was almost... sweet.
Ghastek stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping coffee from a white mug that read, Graveyard Shift: We do it in the dark.
George met me at the foot of the stairs.What are you planning? I asked as we turned towards the grand ballroom.Just a small demonstration for the public good, he said. I'm so sorry. You're apologizing...
Fuck easy, Ceri. If you love him, fight for him. Nothing worth keeping is free in this world.
Fine. You won’t tell me why your crew worked me over. You won’t let me see Derek. That’s your prerogative. We’ll do it your way. James Damael Shrapshire, in your capacity as the Pack’s chief security...
Elara reached over, picked up a folder from her desk, and held it in front of her so only her eyes were visible.What are you doing?Waiting for your head to explode. I don't want to miss it, but I don'...
Die.Why me? We don’t do requests. Try Iowa. I hear they’re more accommodating. Hey, Dad, I found a lovely present for this coming Father’s Day. Enjoy.The insect pointed a leg at me. Die. Curran’s eyes...
Derek, if a boy wanted to take away a girl's power by having sex with her, what would you think about it?I'd break something. His leg. Maybe his arm. He squeezed the wire tighter. Probably wouldn't ki...
Curran, please don’t bite his head off.Why?Because it’s illegal. Technically you assaulted him first when you threw him across the lawn. I didn’t throw him very far.I rolled my eyes.I could’ve thrown...
Curran spared me half a second of his hard stare. Even if you thought I was in the Guild, what did you think I was doing while the giant was tearing it up? Did you think I was sitting on my hands? I t...
Curran growled deep in his throat. That’s impressive but not really informative, Your Furriness.
Christopher’s expression sharpened, growing somehow more fragile. The two of you only remember the man in the cage. Before that I was the Legatus of the Golden Legion. I murdered my way to the top. I...
Cerise Mar voiced a polite and a nonviolent request that they get the hell off our land, which was refused.
Cajun stomp?You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.
Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.
Between the journeymen, vampires crouched like monstrous gargoyles: hairless, corded with a tight network of steel-hard muscle, and smeared in lime-green and purple sunblock. Bubble-gum-tinted nightma...
Better to do a small wrong to prevent a big one.
Being human in our world is synonymous with being included into the framework of society.
Aunt B walked out onto the helipad wearing loose yoga pants. I’m just here to stretch. Kate, want to help? Sure. Thirty seconds later, as I was flying through the air, I decided that this wasn’t the b...
As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. What? An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints. Curran j...