He looked at me, eyebrows high and the sun glinting on his disguise-black hair. You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. N...
Have any of your clients died? Ford asked. Someone you were trying to help? Brett, Jenks said. Peter? I blurted out. But the amulet went a negative gray. Nick, Jenks said nastily, and the color on the...
Build: Vookworm, but tough
And yes, I came over here fully intending to seduce you. He lifted his head and whispered in my ear, It's what I'm good at. Just like you're good at evading demons and kicking ass.Kicking ass? I quest...
You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.
You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee.
Tink’s pink dildo, all that money and he can kiss, too,
This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?
The coffee smelled wonderful, and as it went chattering into a mug,
Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble?(Glenn)
Nil tam difficile est quin quaerendo investigari possit.
My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.
Looking at everything, I started to feel nauseous, as if the seventies had taken refuge here against extinction and were preparing to take over the world.
I’m your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I’m an elf, Trent something you’re forgotten how to be. You’re scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat...
I'm telling you, Ivy, this is the best thing to happen to her since that boy band she liked got run over by a pack of migrating deer. Look how relaxed she is. Better than a spa day.
I told you not to confuse forgetfulness with stupidity, Allen said. She’s extremely intelligent. Did you use the audio binder? Give her the Amneoset?
I thought of Al in his dream, looking nothing like this, more like an elegant bat. Broken? Perhaps, but I had put his butterfly back together with my blood. I never liked the movie Titanic, I said, an...
I don’t know. She’s much better already. She wasn’t talking half an hour ago. Look at her now. We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls...
Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart m...