You, Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply go away.
You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.
What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?
We’re all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.
Thwart, I said. To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person.I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition. Sarissa said.It is today.
Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.
There were guns on the coffee table. Like, a lot of them, broken out on cloths, being cleaned, leaned against a nearby chair, where a large equipment bag waited to receive them. Karrin's favorite litt...
The reward for work well-done is more work.
The council is old school. Really, really old school.
The Wardens put on their own epic production of Fahrenheit 451, Bob said. They spent about twenty years finding and destroying copies.
Susan hardly had begun to slow down when Tera appeared from between a couple of buildings and loped over to the car. I leaned forward, opened the door, and she got into the backseat. I threw her the e...
Sometimes the most remarkable things seem commonplace. I mean when you think about it jet travel is pretty freaking remarkable. You get in a plane it defies the gravity of a entire planet by exploitin...
She came back with a can of Coke and a can of Diet Coke, and handed me the nonvile one.
She bowed her head and said, Lord of hosts, please stand with us against this darkness. The quiet, bedrock-deep energy of true faith brushed against me. Murphy echoed the gesture and the amen. Thomas...
Rowl reminded himself that cats were eternally patient, and that he would not simply explode if he did not fling himself from Littlemouse's arms and go exploring. Which was not to say that he could no...
Paranoia -- because why should the conspiracy theorists get to have all the fun?
Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.
My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.
Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips. Impudent, she said. It’s sweet on you.
Knowledge counters fear. It always has.