Some people got vicious Dobermans. I got a shaved attack poodle in a black sweater. His tough, spawn-of-hell image had taken a fatal blow, but at least he would be warm.
Some people got vicious Dobermans. I got a shaved attack poodle in a black sweater. His tough, spawn-of-hell image had taken a fatal blow, but at least he would be warm.
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
The rabbis paled. I'd managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.
Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.
When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better. It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.
When you walk a dog on a short leash, she's close enough to bite you.
When you want to take over a city, you have to destroy the illusion of safety it provides. You have to hit the large well-protected establishments, find the powerful people who run them and are viewed as invincible, and kill them. You want to destroy the morale first. Once the people's resolve is gone and everyone is scared for their own skin, the city is yours.
Your headlights don't scare me.
Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.
Let's have a partnership, Kate. I offer honesty, Kate. I don't have have outrun the Beast Lord I just pissed off, Kate. I only have to outrun you and hit you with my car as I hightail it out of here.
Have your vote. But know this: if you come to remove me, come in force, because if you try to separate me from him, I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake. My aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die.
Lyc-V is a jealous virus. It exterminates all other invaders with extreme prejudice.
He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.
On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.
He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck
Roland had sworn off children-they kept trying to kill him.
I also stole a small yellow doughnut from the box of Duncan's doughnuts in the rec room and fed it to the attack poodle in my office. He made a great production of it. First, he growled at the doughnut, just to show it who was boss. Then he nudged it with his nose. Then he licked it, until finally he snagged it into his mouth and chomped it with great pleasure, dropping crumbs all over the carpet.
I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.
I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn't want to be late.
I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.
I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape.
I'd give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.
I'm welding the bimbo room shut.
Im's offspring stare at stars and make clocks that calculate useless happenings like the angle of a hawk's claws as it strikes its prey. They demonstrate their contraptions and everyone marvels. My children get drunk, confuse a herd of cows with an enemy regiment, and slaughter the lot, screaming like lunatics until the entire army panics.
It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.
Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.
Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!
Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.
Everybody has something, that one thing they must do to feel happy. I think this is yours, and I want you to be happy. You don't have to do it, but it's here if you choose to come back to it.
Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.
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