I blinked and squinted against the light. I recognized the voice now. Hi, Murphy. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn’t it?
I always thought it would get easier to be a person as I aged. But it just gets more and more complicated.
Honey, I liked the Harry Potter movies, too, but that doesn’t mean I ran out and got a Dark Mark tattooed onto my left forearm like you did.
Hell's bells, Susan, you don't know what you've done. You've got to get outof here.She snorted. Like hell.I mean it, I said. You're in danger.Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not...
Hell's bells, Morty, I said. Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself into deluding him into deluding me that I made the whole thing up.
Don't the Lord, Harry. It's disrespectful.
Calliope was never still. Even when she was seemingly motionless, he could see her mind at work, sorting ideas, seeking solutions, cataloging the space around her. To see her beauty, one had to see he...
But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn't about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn't about going skyclad...
Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men’s auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.
Am I going to be able to provide a real home for her, man? An education? A real life? What's her college application going to look like: 'Raised on Spooky Island by wizard with GED, please help'?
A mangled corpse in the middle of a blood-drenched floor. Berserk FBI field agents drawing guns and shooting to kill. A little kung fu, a little John Wayne, and a few casual threats. So far, I thought...
A house doesn't make a home. When the place has got history, family, emotions, worries, joys worked into the wood, that's when it gets a solid threshold.
Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.
The worst madmen don’t seem odd at all, Grimm said. They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts.
Now, young man. That’s no small thing,
It would be a real pity to die when I’d finally put tabs on who had gotten me into this mess—
Are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both. Tavi
Another pang of half-remembered days long gone made my chest ache for a second.
A man glided out of the limo. He was tall, pale as a statue. Sable hair fell in tousled curls to his shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of opalescent butterfly wings that rose from his shoulders, fas...