Sweet mother of chaos, he breathed. Rachel, you are indeed one of us. Have your time in the sun. You're worth the extra wait.
Tell me where you want it, I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. You’re asking me? Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.
I may be a pawn, I said as I locked my shaking knees. But I’ve been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen.
A year of hell is worth three minutes in heaven. Or so they say.
The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people-size. I’d gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we’d thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.
The coffee smelled wonderful, and as it went chattering into a mug,
What are you? I rasped.It smiled. Whatever scares you.
The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.
I can get us a body, Ivy said
The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. I honor you. You can do something I cannot, it said softly. For all I am and all I have been, you are human....
Trent was positively smug. Showing me his back, he rifled through a rack of earth charms and watched his hair shift color. And whereas I might otherwise object— Bairn did the investigation on your par...
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...
To the only man I’d make butterscotch pudding for
Trent sighed, visibly bothered at my admittedly childish behavior, but I was hot, damn it, and needed money, and therefore I was vulnerable to his bribes and his air-conditioned car.
I feel like run-over crap, I complained. You look like run-over crap, Jenks said. Drink your tea.
Typical Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.
There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I’ve chased my entire life. One that cos...
Vamps were homebodies—high-maintenance, party-till-you-die, don’t-look-at-me-funny-or-I’ll-kill-you homebodies, but homebodies nevertheless.
That’s how pixies know we’re in love, he said as he folded his dragonfly-like wings and wiggled out of his red jacket, wincing as something pulled. If the girl has glow, she won’t say no.
Good rice sticks together,
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