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….

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 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….

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

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….

Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious..

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

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill..

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

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….

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

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, ….

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

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….

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

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….

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...….

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….

He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. 'These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you….

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

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