The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover’s kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more...
Thank you, Trez said roughly. Save the gratitude for if I bring back something worth having. That’s not what I’m talking about. Rehv leaned down, offering his dagger hand. Anything I got is yours. Tre...
Stop it.Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.
Sometimes what we do to survive…is harder than what we do when we die.
Sometimes composure was all you had; dignity your only consolation; the illusion of all right your sole source of comfort.
Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.
So what’d you do to the lesser? a male voice said. I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off, another one answered. He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?
She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of mal...
Running her fingertips across the complicated edging of the desk, she discovered that the curlicues actually formed a vine. And there were dates inscribed along the leaves. . . . The Kings and the que...
Ride? Rhage snorted. Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop.When there was an odd sound from behind, John look...
Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.
Personally, I think so-called common language is more interesting and apropos than proper English; it's passionate and powerful in ways that wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow just isn't.
Oh, please— Shut up and let me finish! Z’s mouth dropped open, sure as if she’d booted him in the ass. No one ever took that tone of voice with him. The anomaly alone would have gotten his attention,...
Oh, and I can do something really great with my tongue and a cherry stem.
No lie. I might fuck with your bathroom. But never, ever about this. Rhage’s
Let’s try Your Excellency. Layla
Let him go, V. And let him take her where he needs to go.As Wrath's voice cut through the drama, the urge to go pyrotechnic became nearly irresistible. Like they needed another kibitzer? And fuck-that...
Lessers were fewer and farther between now than ever, and there had been sightings, by others in the Brotherhood, of a very different kind of foe.
Just so we’re clear. You die? I’m going to skin that bitch alive in the s’Hisbe tradition and send the strips back to your uncle. Then I’m going to spit-roast her carcass and chew the meat from her bo...
In the Old Language, he whispered, I am barren of words, my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.