Knowledge is your weapon...Kill them with it.
Knowledge counters fear. It always has.
Karrin Murphy led the charge, and Sanya and I tried to keep up. She went through that sea of foes like a little speedboat, her enemies spun and tossed and turned and disoriented in her wake. Sanya and...
Just keep the shirt clean, Susan muttered. No problem. I can wipe my fingers on the cummerbund.
Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you? Butters replied. I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like...
I’m really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it’s like I’m already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it o...
I’m lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I’m still lost.
I’ll be patient, I said. But not forever.
It was the same thing, resting in my grave. Peace. I wasn't going anywhere and it made me happy. If only I'd brought a book, my day would have been perfect.
It took a freaking to put this together, Michael.I hefted my staff.Fortunately, I said, and took a two-handed swing at the nearest stand of slender, delicate crystal. It shattered with gratifying eas...
It has become a custom among the Legions to promise one’s fellows that no matter what happens, they will never lie cold upon the earth.
In the Midwest, if you show up to a college town on a weekend, you risk running into a football game.
Imagine Smaug’s treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste.
If you’re right, they aren’t the deceased, Murphy said. They’re the victims. Big difference. Which is it? Wish I could say, I said. But the only evidence that could prove it one way or another is leak...
If you shoot, I will kill her before I die.Yes, Kitai said in a patient tone. Which is why I have not shot you. Yet.
If I was writing during that window, then I imagine that the story was likely late as well and absolutely needed to be finished, so once again I met with inspiration at the corner of Late and Hurry up...
If Gabriel is an ambassador, if Michael is a general, if Rafael is a healer and spiritual champion, then Uriel is a spymaster—Heaven’s spook.
I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.
I shied away from that line of thought, lest it bring up too many old memories.
I scowled. Murphy’s made of muscle. You just can’t see it under the suit and the body armor, I said. And she hasn’t gotten lucky with me either. Ascher stared at me for a second and blinked slowly. Yo...