Rhage nodded. The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other. That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan, Phury said with a grin.
Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience?V: I beg your pardon?
Perfect! Wrath bellowed. And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school....And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- See!...
Or, God, maybe this was just life. For everyone on the planet. Maybe the Survivor's Club wasn't something you earned, but simply what you were born into when you came out of your mother's womb. Your h...
His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a god...
Carving?Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question thoughVishous: -WhatButch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle yo...
And then Tohr said softly, I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life.Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. You'r...
’Tis I who should thank you for the gift of your flesh. Looming
When I want you to bag, I'll tell you.-Vishous
This was trouble--of the bury-your-dead variety.
This was hers and hers alone. Forevermore. Or at least so I thought… but shit didn’t work out that way, and then you came along… and circle be damned, I don’t want to be finished with you. Now it was...
Standing at the foot of the grand staircase, Wrath finished prepping for the meeting with the glymera by drawing a Kevlar vest onto his shoulders. It’s light. Weight doesn’t always do you better, V sa...
Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.
People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes.
Mary tucked into a ball, shielding herself from the tail's barbs. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, cutting off the juicy sounds and the horrible sight of the killing. Moments later she felt h...
Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.
Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence. She'd started to sob then. I've always tried to...
But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with s...
Standing in front of a line up of Lay's potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. Next to him John Matthew signed,