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I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.
Clearly it was time to consider rescheduling that optometrist appointment I'd missed last fall.
Elena?" "Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.
When you accept a leadership role, you take on extra responsibility for your actions toward others.
I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.
What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.
Everyone is the sum total of past experiences. A character doesn't just spring to life at age thirty.
Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?
I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching 'Scooby Doo.'
I thought you were all-seeing.” All-knowing, not all-seeing!” he snapped. “I’m a God, not Santa Claus!
I'd seen more cops in the last few days than on a weekend LAW and ORDER marathon" - Paigne Winterbourne
I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.
There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.
He liked women with little butts and big tits? Someone had played with one too many barbie dolls as a kid.
Young writers need to be encouraged to write - just write - with no restrictions on form, style or content.
Reviews are great. I can read negative reviews and say, You know that point they made... they were dead on.
A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.
Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.
Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we've been formally introduced.
Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian." I glanced up at Derek. "It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.
Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?
Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed.
His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.
It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it.
You bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy.
I had to take responsibility, even if it meant saying no to an authority figure, because I was the authority on me.
I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.
Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.
The part about me being an 'okay sorcerer'? 'Not great'? No I believe I missed that. -Lucas Cortez (Dime Store Magic)
First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
Simon: Anyone ever tell you your sense of timing really sucks? Derek: That's why I don't play the drums. Now what's up?
I understand that I may make mistakes with characters who don't share my own background, but I commit to doing my best.
Dont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.
One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.
Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles
Are you the welcoming committee? Or has Jeremy finally chained you up to the front gate where you belong?" "I missed you too.
I've spent the last decade learning to stand firm and face my problems… or at least batter them until they're unrecognizable.
Some women just aren’t cut out to be mothers, and unfortunately it had taken Susanna three kids to realize she was one of them.
I love you. I'm not sure if it's the way you want me to. I think it might be. But I know that I love you. I absolutely love you.
Uh-uh. We've played this game before. I hide. You never seek. I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but I'm beginning to sense a pattern.
We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need.
Last time I was sick, the guy I was seeing brought me a bottle of ginger ale… and expected me to pay him back for it. ~Jaime Vegas
He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said.
Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?
He obviously needed more practice, but no matter how often I abandoned him out there, his sense of direction never seemed to improve.
Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler’s neck in 2.8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.
She's useful to me, I'm useful to her. As long as that continues, Rowan Street is safe from an old-lady smack down of epic proportions.
Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?
You didn't answer my question. Are you all right?" I didn't do anything" Yeah. You did." He looked at me. "You did a lot" -Chloe & Derek-
And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won’t get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas