Occupation: Novelist
This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes.
We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged..
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room..
Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well..
He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill..
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….
Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious..
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, ….
He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird.
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….
I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse..
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 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’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..
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….
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….
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….
No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph..
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….
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….