He was too perfect, so I had to poke at it. Our relationship worked too well, so I had to see if I could break it. Not really break it, but see how far it would bend. I had to test it, because what good was something that couldn’t be tested?
A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it’s not heaven you’re offering them, it’s hell.
All six of them sat on either side of the long oval conference table, strung out like strong, handsome beads on the string of my love.
This had been a bad section of town before the Circus moved in and brought in money, which attracted other businesses. The area had been gentrified not because of some government interference, but by good old-fashioned capitalism, which was one of Jean-Claude’s favorite things.
My Spidey-sense had been tingling since I found the empty car. Sometimes it’s not paranoia; it’s just the truth.
But Jasmine knew that everyone was evil, down deep when you scrape the skin away. Inside their heads everyone hunted, everyone killed, everyone was a monster.
You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind.” He touched my face, very gently. “Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.
Don’t make light of one of your better qualities. You love your people like a mother is supposed to love her children. You want what’s best for them, even if that makes you uncomfortable, even if you don’t like their choices.
Only death was final, and without hope; short of that, there were options.
Graves are for the living, not the dead.
Ms. Harrison paled so that the makeup floated on her suddenly pale skin like impressionist water lilies.
Since we’re made in God’s image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an “atta boy,” an out-loud, in-your-head “Thank you, great job on that sunset and that platypus was a brilliant fun idea.” Maybe that’s why we’re supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely.
I knew you were powerful, ruthless, and pretty, but that you have a mind and a heart besides is going to take some getting used to.” “Does everyone pretty much think I’m just a sociopath who happens to have magical abilities?” “It’s all you let people see,” he said, “until now.
Slow is steady. Steady is smooth. Smooth is fast. Fast is deadly.
In this world I would rather live two days like a tiger than a hundred years like a sheep.
I started to say something, but Richard said, “Come on, Anita. We have to go now.” He was right. I could kill a lot of them, but not all. I hadn’t brought a spare clip for the machine gun. I hadn’t thought I’d need it. Silly me. We.
I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn’t bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn’t bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I’d do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.
Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.
A gold chain cut across her forehead with a diamond the size of my thumb in it. More diamonds burned like white fire at her throat. She was absolutely naked except for a sprinkling of gold body glitter, done thick enough on her nipples to make them seem metallic. A diamond anklet glittered on her right ankle. Three gold chains rode low on her hips, and that was it. And I’d complained about my outfit.
Her dog Custard is a Pomeranian. He looks like a golden dandelion fluff with cat feet. Mrs.