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.
Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
Kate Daniels, trained negotiator. When in possession of some valuable information, give it away to the first sexy man you see with no guarantee of return.
The rabbis paled. I'd managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.
Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.
Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.
Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
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.
Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she'd hook me up with a clue
When you walk a dog on a short leash, she's close enough to bite you.
No. I don't go through your things. I just come once in a while to make sure you're in one piece. I like knowing you're safe, asleep in your bed. I haven't stolen anything...
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.
Obviously I was missing the whole picture. Any minute now he would leap up, wrench the two-inch silver alloy bars apart despite the fact that silver was toxic to shapeshifters, and heroically kick Saiman's ass. Any minute now. Any minute.
Your headlights don't scare me.
Settle down, Princess. It's not my first time.
At the core, our motives are always self-serving, Kate. Altruism is a fog created by sly minds seeking to benefit from the energy and skill of others. Nothing more.
She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops.
Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.
Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he apears.
Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.
When a lion stalks a herd, he sneaks in close, lies down, and surveys them to choose his victim. He takes his time. The deer or buffalo have no idea he's near. He finds his prey and then he explodes from his hiding place and grabs it. Even if another, perfectly serviceable animal ends up within his reach, he isn't going to alter his course. He has chosen, and he would rather go hungry than change his mind.
Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.
You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You'd make a fortune.
Every time I think you've reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe-ever expanding.
You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.
I dreamed that Curran and I killed a dinosaur and then had sex in the dirt.
You sure you don't want me to stay? I'll make you coffee and ask you about your day.
I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.
You sure you don't want to kiss me good-bye, baby?
I think you're confused as to the nature of our relationship. You and I, we don't get along. You're a psychopathic control freak. You order me around and I want to kill you. I'm a pigheaded insubordinate ass. I drive you mad and you want to strangle me.
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.
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.
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