Hellions look sort of like the little demons in that Hieronymus Bosch painting The Garden of Earthly Delights. Some look pretty human. Some look like the green devils on old absinthe bottles. Some are...
I actually feel kind of bad for the little curs. It’s not their fault they’re a cannibal florist shop.
I don’t seem to be alone anymore. Very well, says Vehuel. We’d like— Shh, he says, holding up a hand. I’m trying to count. Of course, Vehuel says in a tone that makes it pretty obvious she’s not used...
I say, This Nazi Disneyland stuff, it’s too cheap and easy. It’s like something the Kissi would dream up. That’s hitting below the belt. Calling a Hellion a Kissi is like calling Chuck Norris Joseph S...
I take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it’ll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.
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,
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...
I’m on the edge of vomiting up everything I ever ate since childhood, strained peas to chicken and waffles. Damn. Wrong memories. My stomach starts doing a hillbilly two-step.
Kasabian is still shrieking like a banshee, which is pretty good for a guy with no lungs.
Really, Cooper, you’re in good hands. We can’t afford any more employee homicides until the next fiscal quarter, said Woolrich. If you try just a little harder, I think you can be even less reassuring...
Seriously, I don’t like people messing with old ladies. Mi madre had cancer and gave all her Social Security money to a faith healer. What happened? He gave her a homeopathic cure and she felt better....
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.
Sometimes there’s nothing worse than the truth. It can be harder and sharper and hurt more than a knife. The truth can clear a room faster than tear gas.
That's how you know someone likes you. Anyone can give you chocolate and flowers, but when they'll disembowel someone for you? That's true love.
Traven stares at Cherry grinding away on my crotch. He looks like the most puzzled holy man since Jesus saw Judas order fajitas at the Last Supper.
What do you want me to do? says Kasabian. I don’t think Howard can get out of the bedroom, but if he does . . . I know. Punch him in the balls. You got it.
What happened to your face? she says. She pulls down my shirt a few inches. Spots more scars. And the rest of you. Never follow a foul ball into a wood chipper, I say. We didn’t even win the game.
When she leaves I look from Daja to the Magistrate. I think your pet monkey is getting tired. Why don’t you throw it a banana and send it home?
When we get there I say, If anyone says you ran, point them out and I’ll hit them. She grabs my arm. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. I’m not fighting for you. I just like punching people.
Wherever we are, it isn’t like the Tenebrae. No desert monotony. No spiked mountains. It’s more like forest land after a nuke attack. Bare, mossy skeleton-like trees and tough tangles of gray and gree...
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