LAUREL CANYON PERCHED DIRECTLY ABOVE LOS ANGELES, one of the most expensive collections of winding hills and valleys in the country. Luckily, there were roads that twisted up and down the tortured rid...
I’m Satan. I can deal with that and play Smoke on the Water while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same time.
It explodes with an extremely satisfying whoomp. Satisfying to me, at least. It would be nice to think that the screams from the burning Hellion are him cheering me on for making such a great shot, bu...
Instead they’re crying like a school bus full of little French girls whose ice cream all melted.
If Jesus, Jesse James, and a herd of pink robot unicorns strolled in walking on water, this bunch wouldn't even look up.
If Jesus was a bartender, He would still only be half as cool as Carlos.
He pulls the tape off Allegra's mouth. Grabs her BY THE HAIR and gives her a peck on the lips.
Did you send candy and flowers on Valentine's Day, Wells? It's okay, you know. He was a saint.
Damn, it feels great to hurt idiots.
And his first name. Jeffrey spelled Geoffrey. Never trust a Geoffrey. Either they’re pretentious pricks or bitter that the family spelled their name funny.
An angel wouldn’t know fun if it showed up in a blimp with dancing girls and a full bar.
As each wave of technology is released. It must be accompanied by a demand for new skills, new language. Consumers must constantly update their ways of thinking, always questioning their understanding...
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.
There’s something magical about the sound of breaking glass. Especially around a mob. It works for both humans and Hellions. If you want to start a riot, throw a bottle.
Then don’t tell me who to kill and when. It unsettles my tranquil disposition.
The third time you commit murder, you change into that extra shirt you brought along, the one that’s not covered in blood, and you go out for a drink.
The case is caked with dirt and rattier looking than Karloff in The Mummy.
The Council is staring at me. I’ve been down here a hundred days and still, anytime I say anything but yes or no, they look at me like I’m a talking giraffe.
Thanks, but sometimes I think my sins are the only thing holding me together
She looks like she just saw a ghost, a unicorn, and Hello Kitty having a three-way in a clown car and they didn’t invite her.