She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.
Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.
Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn’t, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.
Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.
You look like the vamp who bled the cat.
His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.
I thought Trent should get over his pixy paranoia and admit he had an eerie attraction to them, like every other pure-blood elf I’d met. So he liked pixies. I liked double-crunch ice cream, but you didn’t see me avoiding it in the grocery store.
She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.
And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I’d found out long ago that I couldn’t stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.
They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.
I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.
Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.
See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.
Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.
Piscary killed people, but he didn’t have the concept of pity or remorse. It would be like telling a shark he was a bad fish and to stop eating people. But Trent? He knew he was doing wrong, and he did it anyway.
It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.
I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.
Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten – until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It’s hard to be scared of someone after you’ve French-kissed him.
Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity – even if it had killed the cat – is king.
What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?