Life ended, a soul to save, Grace said mournfully. Decisions age-old are made. Is it choice? Is it fate? Forgiveness or hate? When love is what all of us crave.
Living a lie tore at one’s being and leaked out in the oddest of places.
Look at yourself right now. You’re half dead from blood loss, and you’re out shopping. These disguises look great, but that’s all they are: thin sheets of maybe standing between you and trouble.
Mistakes can be fixed but if you do it more than once, it's no longer a mistake.
Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.
My God, woman. Your aura is glowing. Just admit you like him, bump uglies, and get on with your life!
My breath slipped from me, almost a groan. Trent Kalamack. The obscenely successful, smiling businessman, ruthless bio- and street-drug lord, elf in hiding, and pain-in-my-ass-extraordinaire Trent Kal...
It wasn’t the bent, nasty, yellow laminated four-by-six card everyone else got but a real heavyweight plastic tag embossed with my name. Jenks had one, too, and he was obnoxiously proud of it even tho...
It pulled emotion from me I wasn’t aware I could feel. A deep painful regret. Unrequited need.
Build: Bookworm, but tough
Oh God. Kisten.What would he say if he knew Ivy had bitten me? I told you so, or maybe My turn?
Oh, God, I’m going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.
Oh. Shit. I breathed, arms shaking as I tried to push myself up, failing. That's okay. It's nice just to lie here.
Bug! Francis exclaimed. You’re a— His words choked off with a rasp as I jerked my arm. Bug? Jenks shouted, incensed. You sack of sweat stink. I’ve got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you’re b...
Rachel's witchcraft is whiter than her ass.
Rachel, my itchy witch, Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?
Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble?(Glenn)
Rachel, came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the black-haired intern at his side, supporting him. His ha...
Rachel? came Ivy’s voice from her room. Where’s my sword? The gray dimness of the hallway was soothing as I headed to the kitchen and my charms. In the foyer where you left it last week when the evang...
The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.
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