Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.
You feel me?
When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.
Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.
The male’s diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn’t seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. “Vishous,” she whispered desperately. “Oh, brother mine...
Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn’t blink. “You’d be amazed what I would do to keep you alive.” Abruptly, V’s mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.
Hell, any plan that added “and then we pray” is not a trip to Disneyland.
As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.
It finally happened, he thought as he burrowed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life he’d wondered why he’d never fallen in love, and now he knew: He’d been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time. The female is mine, he thought. – Manny.
All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.
Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn’t know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.
Sister,” he murmured, not as an inquiry, but a statement of fact. “Brother mine,” she groaned... before her consciousness slipped from her grasp and she drifted away. But she would come back to him. One way or the other, she would not leave her twin ever again.
Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.
But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking – was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life – or at least ever since he’d survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.
Sorry to bother you,” Bella said over the wailing. “But she wants her daddy.
Cause nothing said lovin’ like a shitload of motion detectors.
Personally, I think so-called “common language” is more interesting and apropos than “proper English”; it’s passionate and powerful in ways that “wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow” just isn’t.
Time keeps on... slippin’... slippin’... slippin’ into the future.