He's got a laugh like a machine gun firing through velvet.
Hasta la vista, bitch.
For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and this city holds many dreams.
Ahem. Dear Jesus, Taylor intoned more fervently. We just want to thank you for gettin' us here safe --- There was a loud, gurgling groan. Somebody shouted, Oh my gosh! Miss Delaware just died! --- for...
Balder murmurs from the backseat, his eyes still closed. I looked upon your face and knew happiness.Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.
You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot pl...
¿Esto es todo lo que hay para ti? Una gran fiesta constante?
With no plan of escape in sight, I've been resigned to the life of a cosseted young lady of London society as Grandmama and I pay calls. We drink tea that is too weak and never hot enough for my likin...
What fresh hell is this? Adina muttered.
Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant,
There's no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it's automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.
The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
The only thing I’m trying to steal is your heart, doll. Sam smirked. You’re not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd.
Terrific, Miss Knight. Simply terrific,' a smiling reporter said. 'They're going to love this story in Peoria. Why, you'll be famous everywhere - from New York to Hollywood, Florida to Kansas.''Kansas...
She wears her grief like a coat of feathers too heavy for flight.
She dances a little jig. This would make one hell of a TV show, huh? Yeah. But no one would believe it. I should let it go. But it's like the hole, like the door, and I have to know. Or at least, I ha...
I'm a librarian, not an oracle.
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
How do you invent a religion? Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.
Go on, darling, she said, batting her lashes. Tell them the rest. Riiiight, Sam said, suppressing a smirk.