I have noticed over many centuries of relationships that a corollary to love is worry. They sort of come together as a matched set, and it’s nigh impossible to ditch one without the other. I don’t mea...
I gladly shucked off my wet, muddy jeans and put on the new pair. I noticed she hadn't bought me any underwear; Granuaile either didn't think of it or she did think of it and decided that I should go...
I do beg your pardon. Let's literally throw up, but figuratively throw down.
I dislike guilt, the Morrigan said. It is regret and recrimination and despair over that which cannot be changed. It is like eating ashes for breakfast. It is the whip that clerics use on the laity, m...
I am the bringer of beef and the singer of sweet suppertime! Mine is the chicken and the gravy forever, nom nom!
Fucking H! the vampire shouted, shaking his free left fist. He enunciated the g very clearly and projected his voice from his diaphragm, like a trained opera singer. It’s fuckin’ A, not H, but yeah, L...
Flidais nods in approval. Respect for life. Good.I want to ask where her respect for life is, why she thinks it is all right to treat animals like puppets and force me to kill one of them in some sort...
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...
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...
Failure is rarely a conscious decision and it’s often out of our control, determined by things like physics and circumstance and other people. What we can always control, however, is our reaction to f...
Did you just say Ragnarok is poppycock?
But even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
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...
Bacon is the way and the truth.
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?
Anyone with a cursory knowledge of mythology knows that it is suicidal to sexually harass a goddess. Look what Artemis did to that guy who stumbled across her bathing.
An owl hoots in the night, spooky as five hells and a jar of creamy peanut butter—that shite’s unnatural.
An elderly diner from a neighboring table had been dying for an excuse to stare at the exotic woman with rubies around her neck, and now Laksha had provided her one by laughing so loudly. She noticed...
An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre? Hernewhether in bedde or in feeld do ye meet, Flidais awaiteth your limbes to greet. Atticus
Americans say all men created equal. These words very good. Make men feel special. They know is not true, not really, but they always say is true, and they point to these words and say, Ideas like thi...