What are you doing now?” Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. “Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.
I want…” he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. “I want one pure thing in my life,” he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. “I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘That is good, and it’s a part of me.
Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.
A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.
Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.
She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.
The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.
Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges.
that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun
If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.
Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.
But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.
I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.
I think she suspects something, though. We’ve had cherry pie for dessert five nights in a row.” His voice drawled, and my smile deepened.
I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.
And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!
I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.
Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.
He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.
Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!
I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison
Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.
I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
I've found that when I'm having trouble solidifying a character or a scene, that music will often free my subconscious just that last little bit to allow me to move forward, and often it's in a direction that I didn't expect, but is 100 percent true to the character.
You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?
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