So I’ve seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.
Skimmer’s and my relationship was probably going to nosedive like a brick with wings.
Size 8 women’s, and a men’s 10.
Sir, he said calmly, that was the worst line I’ve ever heard, not only insulting but showing a severe lack of forethought. You’re obviously bothering the young woman. You should leave before she does...
Shit, Ku’Sox said speculatively, and he loosened his grip until my heels dragged on the floor again. I’ve heard that several times now. Is that the word of choice? I do so like all-encompassing words....
She’s a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink’s knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I’ve ever lit on.
Sheep are treated like sheep, users are used, and those who deserve more receive everything.
Setting my spiced cider down, I put my elbows on my knees and sighed. I loved the solstice, and not just for the food and parties. Cincinnati dropped all of its lights from midnight until sunrise, and...
Say what? Jenks blurted out. You think those moss wipes are coming back? I wish, I muttered. I’ve got some serious hurt with their name on it.
Revenge is a tricky beast. Her claws face both ways. I don’t mind a few more scars. They’ll be unnoticed among the rest.
Rachel… I can still smell me thick on you. You’re like a big chocolate-chip cookie sitting all alone on an empty table. And when you get all agitated, it’s as if you just came out of the oven, all war...
Rachel, you take her, my mother said, clearly uncomfortable. She might like you. No. Mom, no! I protested, but it was my mother we were talking about, and it was either take the baby or have her hit t...
Rachel Morgan, private runner for hire. All rights earnestly upheld. All wrongs sincerely avenged.
Rache, he said, trying to get into my line of sight. What more do you need? God to send a telegram? (Jenks)
Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.
Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn’t matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.
Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.
Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her,...
No, you just keep crashing my life. Look— I said, and Al grunted.Here it comes, the demon muttered. Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.
My office is trashed, he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.