To the only man I’d make butterscotch pudding for
To the guy in the leather jacket
Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.
Oh God. Jenks, you aren’t a carton of milk with an expiration date. You look great—
Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can’t be taken...
Justice’s wheels were greased with paper and fueled by quick feet on the streets.
It’s a cat.Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.
From my ear Jenks snickered. Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.
Build: Bookworm, but tough
Tink’s little pink dildo, Rache! Haven’t you gotten rid of those condoms yet? They got a shelf life, you know.
That dung flop? Nakita said, her dislike almost visibly dripping into nasty puddles at Amy’s designer flats. Yes, I guess. That doesn’t mean I have to like him.I know what you mean. Amy faked a heartf...
She reeked of tenure
Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.
Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.
If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.
Face it, you little cookie maker, Janks said, almost sounding fond, In the last couple of days, you've seen what it's like to be in a family, with all the touchy tempers and irritation that goes on. N...
Do you have a finger stick? she snapped. No. Then let me cut your finger. You’re already bleeding, I said. Use your blood.
Silly little vamp, afraid of her feelings.
Quen said. Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?