Wells points at me like P. T. Barnum showing off the dog-faced boy to the masses.
This is my domain. What exists here without knowledge exists here in defiance. That doesn’t even make sense. He’s calling them liars, says Daja. I look at her. Again I ask: What does any of this have...
There's only one way to steal a car and not feel guilty about it, and that's to steal the most expensive car you can find. That way, you know that it carries the maximum insurance possible, so whateve...
There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, po...
The winners are the schemers and the ruthless who take what they want, not the suckers standing around hoping for an even break.
The necromancer is the Blue Fairy to my Pinocchio and I want to be a real boy again.
So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes,
So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to k...
She hands me back the bottle. The stuff we’re drinking is vile. Greasy and fishy, but even flounder-flavored turpentine will taste good when it’s the only drink in town.
See? That’s a positive attitude. Give it a try. I shift the bundle around in my arms. I did it once. I got a rash. Alice
ONCE UPON A time I was a regular jackass living a regular jackass life.
Let me tell you, having cancer sucks, but being broke and having cancer is the shittiest fate that can land on a human being.
It seemed to be going well. You see, a Qliphoth can only possess an imperfect and impure body, one that’s sinned. Of course, that describes all humans except maybe for the saints. When I eat a possess...
I've never seen a Jade in full feral mode before. Candy's nails have curved out into thick claws. Her eyes are red slit pupils in a sea of black ice. Her lips and tongue are as black as her eyes. Her...
I never liked Michael, and since he tried to kill me, I like him even less.
I know a killer when I see one and he’s one cold Charlie Starkweather motherfucker.
He’s a little ray of sunshine, your partner. I look at him as my last training test. Can I work with him long enough without shooting him to get a promotion?
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...
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Then you’ll fit in just fine around here, he says.
Abandon all hope ye who piss me off.