Then again, the urge to commit matricide was stressful as shit-when you couldn't act on it.
The windshield wipers were on, and periodically, they made a swipe that gave her a momentarily clear view of the opposite shore. And it was funny, life was a bit like that, wasn't it. You went along,...
The vision had been of him naked and Butch wrapped around him, the two of them high up in the sky, entwined in the midst of a cold wind. Jesus Christ, he was deranged. Deranged and perverted. Look, I’...
The two of them paused at the first of the three steps up onto the front porch. Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how’re-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-...
The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you’d said but hadn’t, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to...
The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all...
The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else…you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were. She
The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else ... you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were.
The thing was, though, the ridiculous, pansy-ass saying was right: If you loved someone, you set them free.
The strong do not wallow. They move forward.
The second he caught her scent, he stopped. ! Are you sure you should be up? Turned out the smell of the food was one hell of a distraction: the spike of hunger she got in response enough to halt her...
The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.
The past is what it is—good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.
The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.
The impending separation from love, more than the ending of life, had kept all that faith alive. It was the hope of having a little more time to love that had made her mother hold crosses, and look to...
The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?The New York Yankees, Butch replied.
The guy didn’t have resting bitch face so much as resting I’m-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face. Swallowing
The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.
The female was out and around to him quicker than a breath, and as she slipped and slid, and then landed right on him, Trez wanted to scream. He didn’t. Nope. As she fell on top of him…he put his arms...
The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.