The finest fury is the most controlled.

The President called it the Epitome of the American dream. Daddy called it the unholy alliance of business and government. But all it really was, was America giving up. Bailing out in order to join th...

That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.

Tell me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen?I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A.

Stories can save us.

She had never contemplated what it would be like--to yield control. And not have it be a weakness, but a freedom.

Seriously hairy shit was going down on a regular basis.

Piper McLean, [Annabeth] grumbled, that was without a doubt the dumbest risk I've ever seen anyone take, and I date a dumb risk-taker.

Oh, God. Not again.Not again? Do you make a habit of driving into people’s houses?

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

Margo was so beautiful that even her fake smiles were convincing. (54)

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

Irene gasped. Have you taken leave of your senses, Stuart? she hissed. Have you?Stuart closed his eyes.No, he said. Au contraire. It was strong language for the Edinburgh New Town, but he had to say i...

He raises his hand to my face again and I allow the touch. His fingers slide along my jawline and the warmth of his caresses radiates past my skin and into my bloodstream. Pleasing goose bumps rise on...

He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire of his...

He comes into my city, he throws away my people, he orders me around like I'm his servant and now this? How dare he!I sighed. How dare he! came out. Could Does he know who I am? be far behind?I'm not...

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles...

Don't ask why the elephants wear such large shoes,And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers,And why the sailing birds are all Romantics.

Curran shrugged and pulled me back to him. 'You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make. I already chose my mate and glued her ass to the chair to make sure she knew it.

Curran let our a ragged snarl and punched the other wall. It burst and the entire wreck of the house came down in a fountain of dust. He shook his hand, his knuckles bloody.Bricks are hard, I told him...