I took a moment to study the wards. They were a smooth patchwork of enchantment, probably the result of several lesser talents working together. Somebody like me can put up a ward that is like a huge...
I stared at MacFinn for a long moment. I believed that he was telling me the truth. That he didn’t have much control, if any, over his actions when he transformed. Though it occurred to me that if he...
I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wiz...
I shook my head, bewildered. They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we’ve got nothing, nothing at all, on women.
I remember very little of my father, but one thing I do remember is him telling me always to be polite. It costs you nothing but breath, and can buy you as much as your life.
I pressed past the outer branches of the lilacs and found a small and relatively open space in the middle. Then I waited.
I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team.
I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships. Not many of them murder the girl involved.
I leaned against the wall, dazed, panting, and gasped, in my deepest and most gravelly voice, No one can chain the Hulk!
I know I’ve screwed up, I said. I’m going to have to live with that. But I don’t want to lose you.
I knew what it was like to have holes in my life in the shape of people who should have been there.
I guess being dead gives you a whole different perspective on life.
I don’t always knock down doors, I said. Sometimes it’s a wall.
I didn't shiver. I get muscle twitches sometimes. That's all.
I could taste the blood in my mouth, from where I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.
I could give you peace. Imagine closing your eyes with no worries, no pain, no fears, no regrets, no appetites, and no guilt. Only quiet and darkness and stillness and my flesh against yours.
I can’t be under arrest right now,’ I said back to him. ‘I don’t have the time.
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 am disturbed by the presence of inordinate levels of coincidence
I always thought it would get easier to be a person as I aged. But it just gets more and more complicated.