I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.
I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.
Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf training, cryptic, stare me right in the eyes and don't even blink wench.
I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.
In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it taking cover. It's more heroic.
I still can't believe, Michael said, sotto voce, that you came to the Vampires Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.
I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters hearts.
I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.
So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?
You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous, deceitful, wicked,clevergirl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.
I wouldn't burden any decent system of faith by participating in it. I'm not agnostic. Just nonpartisan. Theological Switzerland, that's me.
Caring about someone isn't complicated. It isn't easy. But it isn't complicated, either. Kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.
There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more secure.
Isana felt her throat tighten."We failed." Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly."We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.
Let come the forces of night! We will stand!""We will get the hell out of here is what we will do," I muttered.