We’re going to swim it. I flipped forward a few pages. Underwater. Jenks blinked. Rache, you gotta stop using that sugar substitute.Under the water? Do you know how cold it is?
Wait until the sun sets tonight, and if we are both here to see it, then my heart will break knowing you are safe and yet not to be mine. If you are gone, then my heart will break knowing that God has...
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...
Trent’s expression became empty, and I pulled away, hating myself.Please don’t close up, I begged, but his hands had fallen away, and I took them in my own. Talk to me.
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...
To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?
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.
There might be a charm in the black arts section of the library, but black earth magic used nasty ingredients—like indispensable people parts—and I wasn’t going to go there.
The zeal of the stupid in her, Chris began turning pages as if it were the winter solstice gift catalog, earmarking pages and cooing in delight at the new possibilities.
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 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 shushing of the waves was the heartbeat of the world, ever present, seldom noticed, and linking every moment together from before there was life to now.
The I.S. didn’t teach its runners how to deal with this. Runners were runners, not murder investigators. They brought their tags in alive, even the dead ones.
Tension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic.
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....
Suddenly I felt vastly underdressed. Hell, even the woman dressed down as a hobo had diamonds on.
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....
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...