I don’t have anything against God. Far from it. But I don’t understand Him. And I don’t trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they’re working in His best interests.
I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions.
I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, How do I look?Mostly human, she said.That's what I was going for.
I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup,...
I glanced up at Thomas. We've still got Hook, right?He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven, Thomas said. I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and...
I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.
I had about as much chance to do that as I did of backpacking my car to the top of Mount Rushmore.
I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.
I had this teacher who kept telling me that if I was ever in a fair fight, someone had made a mistake, she said
I had three days to screw over Nicodemus Archleone and his crew and get this thing out of my head, without getting myself or my friend killed while I did it.
I had time to think, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.
I hadn't gotten beaten up twice, shot, and nearly strangled to get taken out by a misguided werewolf bitch.
I hadn’t realized, until I actually heard his voice, how much I’d missed the demented little perv.
I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.
I have fought long and hard against horrors even you would respect. I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I’m not going to start yielding now.
I heard someone walk out of the alley behind me, and my body went tense and tight, despite my weariness. Then a young woman's voice said, in a passable British accent, The Little People are easily st...
I kicked him in the head with my rented formal shoes. My shoe went flying off, which I was pretty sure never happened to James Bond. The
I kicked the door open, staff held ready to fight, and shouted, And I'm all outta bubble gum!
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.
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