That sounds like the sin of pride, Marshal. Better run downstairs and let Miss December flog it out of you. Webcam it and charge by the minute. You won't ever have to take government money again.
Shit, Jonny mumbled as he stepped on something soft and clinging in the doorway of the abandoned hotel. Then Shit again as he recognized the accuracy of his curse.
No, humans are good at growing bones, toenails, and cancer. That’s about it.
Kids need their minds blown every now and then. It’ll keep them from thinking that managing a McDonald’s is the most they can hope for.
It’s part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.
Imagine all of L.A. filled with windup men wandering empty-headed and waiting for orders and directions and purpose. That’s L.A. in a nutshell. A city of driven creatures, but no one is a hundred perc...
IT’S WEIRD starting over from zero. It changes the scale of your ambitions. Instead of fantasizing about what kind of mansion you'll buy when you win the lottery, you ask yourself,
I should sit down and make a list of everything I missed while I was gone. If you can’t smoke in bars anymore, what other atrocities has the world committed?
I say, How do I look? Like a pail of manure dragged down a bumpy road and dumped into a river of puke, says a familiar voice from behind me.
I might be dead and damned for all eternity but I’m not addle-brained. I remember.
I hope watching the Bradys depresses them as much as being trapped here in Creation’s shit pipe depresses me.
Hell doesn’t run on prayers or promises. Downtown magic is about reaching out and grabbing what you want, and that requires payment. An offering. Blood.
He coughs wetly and wipes his mouth with a monogrammed hankie. When he’s done I say, What kind of event? Stupendous, says Sandoval. Cataclysmic.
God's nature has always been multifold, and never more than now. He dances with a dove in one hand and an ax in the other.
Geryon looks at me like I’m a moldy ham sandwich someone forgot in the back of the fridge at work.
Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.
Don't talk. Kill it.That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.
Dead, lost, and with only half a pack of smokes. The dictionary definition of Hell. Amen
But she’s not going to call the cops or stab me in my sleep, and what more can you ask of a pretty girl?
Beautiful. Now I have to burrow like a groundhog into Mason’s basement to the same room where he summoned those things to take me Downtown. Nothing can possibly go wrong with this plan.