An active mind didn't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.
You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
You will not live through this if she does not
You are so . . . odd.I shall take that as a compliment.-Thor to No'One
Will you two cut the shit and get a room already, Axe drawled. No offense, but rom coms make me sick.This is not a romantic comedy, Novo ground out. It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending.
There was someone sitting in his room, over on that chair—Are you kidding me? He exhaled a curse and rubbed the back of his brain. Really? Are you fucking kidding me?Across the way, like some fucked-u...
The past is what it is—good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.Tears pricked her eyes. What do you mean?There was a long pause. The good parts are more luminous...
The outcome was moral even if the method was not. And sometimes that was the best you could do.
The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romanticand took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and yourfamily and your m...
The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this...
The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him.What, she whispered, palming his face.Vin took a moment to memorize her featu...
The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.
She was staying. A little longer.V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.
She was not his sun or moon, but his galaxy.
Rehv cleared his throat. What book is that? The Moor looked up, his almond-shaped eyes focusing with a sharpness Rehv could have done without. You’re awake. What book? It’s The Shadow Death Lexicon. L...
May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depletedOkay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.
Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.
Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.-Phury's thoughts
Let me be in you, he said as he kissed her. I need you the now. She
Kind of like winning the fifty-meter ass-stroke in the Loserlympics