I find the college children delightful. I would like to have a drink with them too. No, Leif, you want to drink of them, and they can sense that subconsciously because you radiate this predatory aura.
I dropped to my knees next to Nakari, eyes welling up already, and in a strange way I welcomed the blur to my vision and let the tears come; I’d never done so before because it had never seemed the pr...
I do beg your pardon. Let's literally throw up, but figuratively throw down.
I am the bringer of beef and the singer of sweet suppertime! Mine is the chicken and the gravy forever, nom nom!
His eyes were glowing egg yolks, burning Scut Farkus eyes to make your kidneys cringe.
Heh! Fuck yew, I said.
Great. What if she decides to kill me? That will test our bargain quite severely, the Morrigan replied with a smirk. Morrigan? Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead i...
Frank Herbert said that Fear is the mind-killer. He was a wise man.
For all that we may sometimes despise our fellows and be driven to rages and petty revenges, I think we are even darker creatures when we are alone. We can learn to fear our own thoughts more than the...
First, we need to get a buttload of nails. A buttload? How much is that? Uh … Granuaile rescued me with her superior knowledge of indefinite units of measurement. I believe that’s slightly more than a...
Fires were warm cups of non-thinking serenity after the daily rigors of training.
Filled with a new sense of purpose, I downed half my coffee at one draught. It was good, strong stuff, the kind that Louis L’Amour used to say could float a horseshoe. Nobody ever drank weak coffee in...
Do you think I’m some sort of sex-starved loser? Well, you are American. What! Great festering tapir tits, that was a stupid thing to say.
Damn all hieroglyphics for making the ancient Egyptians look cool. Those old gods were best left in oblivion; you’d think the fact that they appeared most often on tombs would be a big hint that they...
Cowardly? Bleh. Tell you what: Let’s debate the meaning of honor and see who lives longer. The
But in doing so—moving forward, in Greta’s mind—he’s still dealing with the past. It’s always strung out behind us, innit, attached to our arses like a roll of toilet paper we trail out of the bathroo...
But for me, the true attraction of America is that it’s practically godless. When I was younger and dodging the Romans, I could hardly walk a mile in Europe without stepping on a stone sacred to some...
Behind me, I heard my apprentice growl, All your base are belong to us, Niko.
Because there’s a narcissist with a bunch of cronies who wants to burn down the whole world—your piece of it included—for no other reason than to stoke his own ego and profit besides. So, kinda like a...
Atticus: You hear that? The nice blonde in her thirties is actually over 140 years old. :Oberon: She must use that Oil of Olay stuff. I wonder if it would get rid of the wrinkles on a shar-pei?