Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.
And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.
Al brought his attention back down from the ceiling. You really don’t want to have sex with him? Why? What’s wrong with him?
Actually, I said, hesitant to bring it up, I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human. Or witch? Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. Yo...
Grande latte, double espresso, Italian blend, light on the froth, heavy on the cinnamon, with a shot of raspberry?
You’re moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who’s lost all and then gained more.
You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.
You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. No, you have to make sure it's a vampire you're playing kissy-face with.
You can’t forget anything, I said, watching the words vanish into nothing. And even if you do, it always comes back to bitch-slap you in the morning.
You call me your girl one more time and I’m going to turn your gonads into plums and make jam out of them.
You all think that security and peace are born from destroying everything stronger than you? There is no safety. There is no peace but what you make, every day, every second, with every choice.
Yeah, well, if he tries, I’m going to burn his office down to his red stapler.
Where did he go! he bellowed, gloved hands clenching. I had him in a snare that would take Alexander the Great a lifetime to untwist, and he did it in a week! Al took a step, pinwheeling as his booted...
What a slug’s ass. If he doesn’t go to the hospital and die on paper, then we have a dead vamp to explain and will be brought up on insurance fraud. Rache, I’m too pretty to go to jail!
Was using dead-man’s-toe morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?
Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive?
Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.
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.
They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.
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...