Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.
Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality.
Sometimes people need to go back to the beginning. To where everything started.
So will you meet me? Yeah. Sure. Where. Montrag’s safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
Shut the door behind you. Or don’t. I don’t give a fuck. But if I don’t leave now, I’m going to have to explain to Elise why I killed you, and I’d rather talk about her class schedule. —
Shit, this had to be how Alzheimer's patients felt: Their personality was intact and so was their intellect...but they were surrounded by a world that no longer made sense because they couldn't hold o...
She took a sip from her water glass and marveled at how you could sit so close to someone and still have him be totally far away from you.
She loved him even more than she had this morning, though less than she would tomorrow.
She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.
Rhage’s stare narrowed, but he refused to look at the angel. Isn’t there a Saved by the Bell marathon you have to go watch? Don’t hate on Zack. He’s like your little fucking brother, beauty queen. Las...
Reilly is fine.For a moment, his lids dropped low, and she could have sworn that he muttered under his breath something like, She sure is.But no doubt it was her new underwear making her hear things.
Rehv se inclinó hacia abajo, ofreciendo la mano de la daga.- Todo lo que tengo es tuyo.Tres tuvo que parpadear fuerte y, a continuación, pasar la mano por sus ojos.- Tu amistad es todo lo que necesito...
Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing.I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here. Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his...
Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.
Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.
Of course I want you, she said right in his ear. I love you. He let loose some kind of hoarse word, and his arms crushed her to him. As she found herself not being able to breathe because he was squee...
Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband? Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell. She laughed softly. Go figure.
Not for me. I hate fish. It’s for Goddamn Cat. I want him served that regularly.
Memories were especially dear, when they were all you had left of a loved one to hold on to.
Maybe she just needed out. Out of Caldwell. Out of the CCJ. Out of the electronic family of her alarm clock and the phone on her desk and the TV that kept her dreams away while she slept.