Mouse burger, I stated again, arms crossed and hip cocked. A weenie little man with the courage of a mouse.
Maybe he'll go away if we don't answer, I said, and Jenks rose - sixty feet in a mere second. In another second, he dropped back down.He's coming around back, he said, his gold dust looking black thro...
Love died in the shadows, and it shouldn’t cost so much to keep it in the sun. But as Trent would say, anything gotten cheap wouldn’t last, so do what you need to do to be happy and deal with the cons...
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.
Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
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.
Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden.
Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space. My life was so screwed up.
Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. Jenks! I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.
Jenks made a face as he levered himself up on the sill. Much as I enjoy this horrific outpouring of estrogen, I’m going to go say good-bye to my wife. Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll be in the gar...
I’ll go through my Christmas card list, Trent said,
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 wasn’t that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Mag...
It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn’t be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.
It pulled emotion from me I wasn’t aware I could feel. A deep painful regret. Unrequited need.
I was sure there were demons more dangerous than Minias, but his owing me a favor sounded like the back door into trouble, not the front door out of the same.
I took a breath, seeing from across the room the rain on his eyelashes. A sudden need to brush them free filled me. I could almost feel the dampness of the rain on my fingers, how soft it would feel.
I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary, I said meekly. My office? he barked. Well… I hedged. Maybe a conference room?
I popped open the hard case and carefully put the so-ugly-they-could-work-as-birth-control glasses on.
I opine you wouldn't know help if it smacked you in the face. Stubborn, bullheaded, wild fey thing of a woman. - Pierce