A gardener in a savage Eden,
What are you doing now? Al questioned Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated.He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. Oh. My. God....
Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on...
To the guy in the leather jacket
Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies.Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)
Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks
Knowing your limits is a strength, not a weakness.
In a few hours, I’m going to be banished to the surface, my belongings raffled off as novelty items and my living space given to someone else—my reputation destroyed. I’d rather have your head than yo...
I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff pg. 4
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 sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.
Al's voice was faint but resolute. Stand up. Try to look sexy.In a bedsheet? I complained, running my hands down it. How can I look sexy in a bedsheet? He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. Never min...
Shimmered under his tight jaw
You got canned. Outsourced. Pink-slipped. Handed your walking papers. Given the go light. Slipped on the banana. Served the dead slug.
You don't have to have sex to find a feeling of closeness and understanding. Lord knows I feel that way about you. Use that to shackle your hunger. Isn't that what love is?
You are so full of yourself, Trent, I said, wishing I could shift the car into reverse and drive over his foot. His smile widened. What? I demanded. You called me by my first name. I like that.
Three g’s, and an r: Get in, get the info, get out, relocate.
They tried to kill me, he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. You saw them! Yeah? I spouted off. They weren’t very good at it!(Trent and Rachel)
Son of a beaver biscuit…
She reeked of tenure