Bran was always a deceptive bastard, gentle and mild right up until he ripped your throat out. He had many other fine qualities as well.
Charles looked at her thoughtfully. “People talk to you,” he said. “That could be useful.
I don’t get mad, I get even.
I like what you’ve done to your face,” Ben said, tapping his eye.
Death isn’t a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.
Mercy?” His voice was very calm, that “people are going to die” calm only he could do. As soon as he started to speak, silence fell behind him because I wasn’t the only one who knew that voice.
I sat down in the middle. “So,” I said to Darryl, “do you think Korra is going to be as good an avatar as Aang?” “Who’s Aang?” he asked. “You started him with Korra?” I accused Jesse. “That’s not okay. It’s like reading the last chapter of the book first.
If I ever become a serial murderer, I’ll be very careful to kill people in a pattern that centres around a police station – and not my home or work.
Jones is dead,” I promised. “He just doesn’t know it yet. But we are patient, we can wait until the time is ripe.
The wolf wanted to bed her and claim her as his own. Being of a more cautious nature than his wolf, he would wait until he knew her a little better before deciding to court her.
We’re the good guys. That we’re scary doesn’t mean we’re the villains.
You scratch whatever itches you choose,” Charles told her, his voice cold and quiet.“Enjoy yourself. But at the end of the day, you remember that Isaac belongs to my father – and to me. He is necessary to us as you are not. You will leave him unharmed or I will hunt you down and destroy you.
No. just warning him about sleeping with dangerous things. Tigers are rare treasures – and they will eat you and not give it a second thought.
If you don’t stop playing with that dress, I’m going to rip it right off of you, and we won’t be heading for dinner.
People I cared about could hurt my feels, but almost complete strangers? I could care less what they thought.
Brother Wolf gave Anna an amused look and then went back to being scary.
Some people are like Slinkies. They aren’t really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.
She is a black witch,” Charles said, equally quietly. “We have always been enemies. For right now, we are aimed at the same target; that is all. If your target is pleasure and you’re sure that’s what hers is, too, that’s fine. Just remember – a black witch doesn’t love anything but power.
Evil must always be fought.
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn’t Buffy – I was so screwed.