They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.
They needed each other.Two lost souls, he thought, taking a moment to walk to the tall windows that looked out on part of the world he’d built for himself out of will, desire, sweat, and dubiously acc...
They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.
This guy knows his electronics, so he took basic precautions with his personal data, but—take a hike, She-Body, this is my area.
Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable.She was thrilled to be back.
Time doesn’t heal, whatever they say. It’s how we use the time that can heal.
To have birthed and bred her, beaten and raped her all for selling her to other scum. What god made such creatures as that and set them to prey on innocents?
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...
Traffic was a bitch, but, then again, Eve thought, so was she.
Trina and her consultants will be here by four to start setting up.Joy and—what? Who? Trina? Why? What have you done?You said no silly games, and no strippers, Peabody reminded her. We’re doing the fu...
Why do they stare? They’re always staring. Like dolls, she said as they walked into the building. Or sharks. I
Color as
Turning on her heel, Eve
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...
Two library visits in one evening. Why, it could become a habit.
Two lost souls. He’d once called them that. She wondered if they’d stopped being lost when they’d found each other.
When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke.And still he thought: More.Even as she shudd...
U.N.? As in United Nations? No, U.N. as in Unidentified Numbskulls.
Unidentified contact and/or jammed transmissions to police officers are illegal. I'��m obliged to caution you that this transmission is being traced through CompuGuard, and it'��s being recorded.����I...
Utumwa?
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