Fighting is never good. But sometimes necessary.
Finish that sentence, Raith, and we throw down, said Murphy in a calm, level voice.
Fire, she whispered. Wind. I see dark things and a dark war. I see my death coming for me, out of the spirit world. And I see you at the middle of it all. You're the beginning, the end of it. You're t...
Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they’re the cheapest color at Wal-Mart. Hey, being a wizard doesn’t make money...
For a man so strong, he was gentle. When his hands, his arms, his mouth were on her, he moved as if afraid she might shatter if held too tightly. Their nights together had been and remained a blaze of...
For some reason, she didn't want to take the motorcycle, so that left my car, the ever trusty (almost always) Blue Beetle, in old-school VW Bug that had seen me through one nasty scrape after another....
For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.
Fox and Scorpion came to a brook, Mab murmured, her voice low, sweet. Wide was the water. Scorpion asked Fox for a ride on his back. Fox said, ‘Scorpion, will you not sting me?’ Scorpion said, ‘If I d...
Freaking manipulative faeries, I
God isn't about making good things happen to you,or bad things happen to you. He's all about making choice - exercising the gift of free will.
Good man always stands against that.
Granted, I think it would have been more fun to be Colossus than Shadowcat.
Granted, my perspective is different from that of nonwizards, but marching out into the woods, looking for a very large and very powerful creature by blasting out what you’re pretty sure are territori...
Guys who get their name splashed all over history and folklore don’t tend to be Boy Scout troop leaders.
Gwen frowned, I assure you, sir, it is quite cool.It isn't, Ferus replied. what you feel is the etheric energy that courses through the crystal. But your sensation of it is . . . something your mind w...
Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our ve...
He bared his teeth, white against his dark skin. How long have you been a Wiccan? A what? A pagan. A witch. I’m not a witch, I said, glancing out the door. I’m a wizard. Sanya frowned. What is the dif...
He grunted. You’re trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You’re insulting my masculinity. Bob, I said, you’re a skull. You don’t have any masculinity to insult.
He had to give humans credit where it was due - they did seem to have a knack for building interesting places for cats to explore.
He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.
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