There was little sense in attempting anything like subtlety, so I donned my bottle green spectacles, focused my supernatural senses, and began a slow survey of the entire place. The energy known as ma...
There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and sna...
There was a click of high heels in the hall behind us, and a young woman appeared. She was pretty enough, I suspected, but in the tight black dress, black hose, and with her hair slicked back like tha...
There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.
There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.
There are no words. It was like The Lord of the Rings and All My Children made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine.
There are many things you have never done, Rowl responded. To be frightened of them is of no use to you.
The worst lies are almost always silence—or else truth, tainted with just enough deception to rot it to the core.
The world might be vicious and treacherous and deadly, but it couldn’t kill laughter. Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.
The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers.
The reward for work well-done is more work.
The plan is insane, Ehren said. You are insane. He looked around the inside of the tent. I’ll need some pants.
The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.
The occult community he had in mind was the usual New Age, crystal-gazing, tarot-turning, palm-reading crowd you see in any large city. Most of them were harmless, and many had at least a little abili...
The last thing I had expected to use that cleaning spell for when I had laboriously been forced to learn it was a tide of poisonous scorpion monsters, but any port in a storm.
The heart of democracy is violence, Miss Tagwynn, Esterbrook said. In order to decide what to do, we take a count of everyone for and against it, and then do whatever the larger side wishes to do. We’...
The hardest lesson a wizard has to learn is that even with so much power, there are some things you can’t control. No matter how much you want to.
The government isn't the mob, Harry.Aren't they? I asked. Pay them money every year to protect you, and God help you if you don't.
The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.
The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. Coffee? What flavor is it? I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and...