Matron of honor, that’s where I’d advise you
If you gave the media any part of yourself, it squeezed it, twisted it, and wrung it dry.
Every degree of despair and hope that slithered its way across the littered street to crawl over her skin.
Defensive
Confrontation while lounging in bed.
Being alone. He wanted a woman
A hundred-eighty pounds of dead weight—all muscle—to
[Eve] Ironman sounds suspicious to me. What are the others?[Roarke] There’s Thor, the Hulk, he began.[Eve] Sounds like porn.
Your book is bloated and self-indulgent,
You have to believe the lie to live it, to make others see you the way you need to be seen.
You had no right. No right to stand in front of me. He turned back now, his eyes vividly blue with temper that had gone from frigid to blaze. No fucking right to risk yourself on my behalfOh really. I...
Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that makes us. We have to love, I think - as forthy as that sounds - we have to love to be fully alive, fully human.
We’re all-inclusive in Homicide, ’cause whatever your race, color, or creed, you can get dead.
Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits. They’re cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you’re on, ace.
Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears?
Two different primaries, she continued, striding around the office. Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago -- old videos of the Three Boo...
Too revved to sleep.Is that so? Some of the light she loved was back in his eyes. Well, what can we do to pass the time, help you relax? Cribbage, perhaps?Her eyes narrowed. Cribbage? Is that some per...
There! There it is again! What language is that?From the bed, Roarke shifted. I believe it's known as rooster.With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. Are you fucking kidding me?No...
There was the betting pool with life insurance. I bet so much a month that I’ll live till I die,
There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.