I try not to be cruel, just persistent. There are days when the difference is pretty damn slight.
I’d worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.
Raising the dead was easy; love was hard.
Falling does not cover the speed and abruptness of being thrown from less than ten feet high.
I took a fresh mug of coffee. Grilling grieving families always goes down better with caffeine.
Why was I mad? Because he’d surprised me with a really nice hotel room. What a bastard.
It wasn’t just my beast’s hunger, but Jean-Claude’s blood thirst and Richard’s craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an endless chain, a snake eating it’s own tail, an Ouroboros of desires.
He wanted you dead, now he doesn’t, I don’t know why. Chimera’s crazy, he doesn’t need a reason to change his mind.
No one had said anything, or even lifted an eyebrow at me; sometimes it’s just the inside of your own head that is the problem.
To know that everyone starts on the ground. Trees, flowers, people, even the mighty sidhe must stand upon the dirt in order to move forward.
There will always be victims, Anita. Predators and prey, it is the way of the world.
Put some make-up on me and I look not unlike a china doll. Put me in a puffy pink dress and I look delicate, dainty, petite. Dammit.
Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.
The best lies are always at least partially true.
She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.
Fear, the strength of earth’s religions, gripping every living soul, Was a monstrous human error for the making of men whole.
I hate women who complain about being fat when they’re like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn’t a woman. It’s a boy with breasts.
There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.
Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It’s like evil magical Tupperware – it stays fresh forever.
I sipped my own coffee, heavy on the sugar and cream, trying to make up for the late work the night before. Caffeine and sugar, the two basic food groups.