You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.
You call me your girl one more time and I’m going to turn your gonads into plums and make jam out of them.
Yeah, well, if he tries, I’m going to burn his office down to his red stapler.
With a little cry, I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me for a real kiss. The assembled people cheered, and I closed my eyes as the sound of pixy wings wreathed us. Give up? Leave? echoe...
Why? I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. If it's not what I agreed to, I will burn Al's gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second.Ah, hold on a t...
Who in hell bought a mug with blue butterflies on it! I shouted, slamming it on the counter beside the stove. We are serious people doing serious things! I don’t have time for butterflies!
We’ve been out of the closet for about 40 years.’ His lips parted. ‘Out of the closet?’ A grin came over my face. ‘Sorry, we came clean, uh, we told them we existed after a virus hiding in tomatoes, a...
Turning to Trent, I said, You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you will. You have the right to an attorney, which I imagine Quen will be calling soon. If you can’t afford one, hell has fro...
Try not to get enthralled, okay?
Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun? He looked at me in disgust. You’re here to protect me, he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. You didn’t bring a weapon? Yeah, I...
This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?
They will hurt her just like they hurt you to get it, and I’m not going to let that happen, you dumb little shit.
There's someone out there who's suited for you. Someone who has enough strength or knowledge to keep themselves safe. I bet there's a foxy young man looking right now for a woman who can take care of...
There was a sharp crack of splintering paneling, and Newt swore colorfully in Latin.
The woman glanced at Nina as if for support, but the vampire was stifling a laugh, badly.
The tight sound of Jenks’s wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand...
The sound of his hard-soled shoes on the street faltered. You live in a church? My eyes narrowed. Yeah. But I don’t sleep with voodoo dolls. Huh? Never mind.
The small gargoyle had gone entirely white to match the ceiling, and only the rims of his ears, his long clawlike nails, and a thick stripe down his whip-like tail were still gray. He was crawling alo...
The energy tasted like books, and I imagined we were still in the semipublic areas.
Tagged by a whiny little vamp, he said gesturing. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup....