You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off..

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse..

This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes.

All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly. The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu….

My name is Cassie Palmer and I’ve cheated death more times than anyone has a right to expect. In the last two months, I’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten….

So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the b….

I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode...….

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird.

There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference..

I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance w….

Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well..

I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de’s little gift, I assumed. “You look better in color,” I snapped. He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. “Reall….

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph..

Trash can!” Pritkin cursed and grabbed one, just about the time everything I’d eaten that night paid a repeat visit. Whiskey, pizza, milk shake, beer….

I’d been declared—over my loud and sustained protests—Pythia, the chief seer of the supernatural world..

So,high heels weren't a modern invention. I couldn't believe women had been putting up with these torture devices for centuries..

You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, ….

You know, I've lived a long time," he told me, massaging my calf more firmly now. "And I met a lot of people. But I ain't never met a woman made me w….

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged..

What?” I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped….

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble..