He shot to his feet, faced off against her. "No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie." Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her

Seconds passed, then ... La Dorada skulked into view. She was half-mummified, but sodden.

Don't get pissy with me leech." With a glare, Carrow pressed her print to his torque. "Even tapped out, I can still do a love spell to make you fall in love--with the sun.

Yo, Dekko, who do I gotta blow around here to get a shower?

It felt bizarre to be ignored in general, much less by an embodiment of Aidan--who used to stare at her so hard that he'd run into trees.

Kneeling before him, Regin murmured, "Don't let that Fegley worm get to you." Still staring ahead, the kid slowed his banging. "There's a good ... male of indeterminate species.

When Thad began nuzzling her neck, pressing his opened lips against her, she smacked him in the back of the head. "Don't go vamp on me now!""Whaa!" He shot upright, his fangs sharp. "Where

Declan and

Lot

There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words." He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. "I come to you as a man unfinished.

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.

The media insists on taking what someone didn't mean to say as being far closer to the truth than what they did.

Goldwater had never even considered a non-Arizonan. Like a man on his deathbed, he wanted to be surrounded only by friends.

My daughter has a vivid imagination, and so does my son.

Really I just want to get on with my job, which is to pretend to be lots of different people. Simple as that.

Wake in the deepest dark of night and hear the driving rain. Reach out a hand and take a paw and go to sleep again.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.

Don't claim you're sincere, just be it.

Well, actually, I manage a couple of stock portfolios or funds or whatever you want to call 'em, and I think I've done relatively well with them.

No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.

Genius, like humanity, rusts for want of use.