Simon: Anyone ever tell you your sense of timing really sucks? Derek: That’s why I don’t play the drums. Now what’s up?
So I was right, wasn’t I? It’s still you, even in wolf form.? He grunted. No sudden uncontrollable urges to go kill something?? He rolled his eyes. Hey, you’re the one who was worried.? I paused. ‘And I don’t smell like dinner, right?’ I got a real look for that one. Just covering all the bases.
Kids who don’t eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.
He balled up my discarded sweatshirt and put it against his shoulder. “Go on,” he said. “I don’t bite.” “And from what I hear, that’s a good thing.” He gave a rumbling chuckle. “Yeah, it is.” I leaned against his shoulder.
Urban survival rule 22: Never annoy an armed man.
You know children, always playing with the forces of darkness.
If you say ‘we’re in this together,’ I’m going to hurl.
He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. “Fleas?” I said.
And he says I have lousy timing.
Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I’d be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?
Remembering. Forgetting. I’m not sure which is worse.
When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I’d like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects.
A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.
We had one gun, one werewolf, one poltergeist, one supercharged spell-caster, one not-so-supercharged spell-caster, and one perfectly useless necromancer, though Liz was quick to remind me that she needed me to relay her words. – Chloe.
That’s what we all want, isn’t it? Power without price.
He liked women with little butts and big tits? Someone had played with one too many barbie dolls as a kid.
When I leaned a little too close to the doorway, my inner voice piped up, telling me not to be stupid. The guy with the bionic senses was better equipped for this.
They found me at the kitchen table. Derek said, “There’s something we need to tell you,” and from the look on Andrew’s face, I think he expected Derek to say he’d gotten me pregnant.
We’re not naked, we’re skyclad!
We scarified a mosquito. I bet that’s what did it. It was probably a virgin too.