He shook his head. “Love killed the dinosaurs, man.
I’ll be patient,” I said. “But not forever.
Butters blinked and looked at Thomas. “My God,” he said. “You’ve been shot.” Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. “Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here.” “I’d have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe,” I said. “Split the difference at McCoy?” Thomas asked. “Perfect.” “You’ve been shot!” Butters repeated, exasperated.
Fox and Scorpion came to a brook,” Mab murmured, her voice low, sweet. “Wide was the water. Scorpion asked Fox for a ride on his back. Fox said, ‘Scorpion, will you not sting me?’ Scorpion said, ‘If I did, it would mean the death of us both.’ Fox agreed, and Scorpion climbed onto his back. Fox swam, but halfway over, Scorpion struck with his deadly sting. Fox gasped, ‘Fool, you have doomed us both. Why?’ ‘I am a scorpion,’ said Scorpion. ‘It is my nature.
Subtle and quick to anger?” “Not so subtle.
You learn very quickly not to make mistakes given the correct incentive to avoid them.
Give me passion – and compassion – any day.
It was like a fire in my thoughts, my concentration, burning ever more brightly, more pure, refining my anger, my hate, into something steel-hard, steel-sharp. I could feel it burning, and reached for it eagerly, shoving the pain inside to fuel my incandescent anger.
Pain is there to tell us when we’ve done something badly – it’s a teacher, a guide, one that is always there to both warn us of our limitations and challenge us to overcome them.
Because it needs to be said,” she murmured. “Because that’s what happened. You deserve to know that.
Light shines brightest in the deepest dark!
What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what’s coming around.” He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. “And sometimes you are what’s coming around. You see what I mean?
I’m dealing with a lot of scary things,” she said. “I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. Or you become like Martin. Shut off from everything and everyone. Trying not to feel.
He smiled crookedly. “I’ve never lost a duel to the death. Not one.
I pressed past the outer branches of the lilacs and found a small and relatively open space in the middle. Then I waited.
I’m not stupid. I’ve got eyes. I see some things everyone else tries to pretend aren’t there. This vampire craze sweeping the nation. Why the hell shouldn’t there be some genuine vampires in it?
Monsters don’t care,” Michael said. “The damned don’t care, Harry. The only way to go beyond redemption is to choose to take yourself there. The only way to do it is to stop caring.
Doing battle with the forces of things trying to kill me, or my friends, or people who can’t protect themselves is not a rowdy summer adventure movie. It’s a nightmare.
The phone rang again almost the instant I put it down, making me jump. I peered at it. I don’t trust electronics. Anything manufactured after the forties is suspect –.
How bad is it?” “They drafted me,” I said. “That’s bad, all right,” Bob said cheerfully.