The truth was…he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

He swiveled his head towards Eddie. “Tell me how to get over to the Four Lads. Do I have to die again?”If he did, he had a Beretta on him and he knew what kicking...

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started,...

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

No, that you assumed I’d look at you in any fashion other than professionally.

BDB on the board-Knitter’s AnonimousMay 8, 2006Rhage (in his bedroom posting in V’s room on the board)Hi, my name is V.(“Hi, V”)I’ve been knitting for 125 years now.(*gasping noises*)It’s begun to impact my personal relationships:...

There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you’d seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn’t remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged,...

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn’t romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were...

Well, wasn’t this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they’d need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she’d hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and...

I… What are you saying, Zsadist?” she stammered, even though she’d heard every word.He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a...

Personally, I think so-called “common language” is more interesting and apropos than “proper English”; it’s passionate and powerful in ways that “wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow” just isn’t.

The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

There aren’t any syringes.” Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. “I know you’ll use this wisely.””Wisely?”...

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young–only Wrath’s had four paws and a tail.Least he didn’t have to worry about George succeeding him or being...

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing...

You want to know why Wellsie got pregnant? It wasn’t because I wanted a young. It’s because she knew that every night when I left the house I could get killed in the field, and...

Yo, cop. We’re heading for Screamer’s. You wanna come?” Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like...

You’ve won the evolutionary lottery: You’re a vampire. Let’s go to Disneyland!

Time to the face the music,

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did.

This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof...

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Some things are destined to be — it just takes us a couple of triesto get there.

Wrath: look at how their folklore portrays our species. There’s Dracula for Christ’s sake, an evil bloodsucker who preys on the defenseless. There’s piss-poor B movies and porn. And don’t get me started on the...

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of...

You’re such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

The hardest thing is being with other people – it’s like they’re on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what’s wrong with them, and you kind of,...

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

For shit’s sake, it wasn’t like there was a twelve-step for being the Scribe Virgin’s kid:Hi, I’m Vishous. I’m her son and I’ve been her son for three hundred years.HI, VISHOUS.She’s done a head job...

Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

What do you mean?”You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

I love you.”Z squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t be a tragedy, Bella.

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal.”Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less...

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made – when it became obvious that the...

Ah, hell.His peripheral vision was working far too well tonight.His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-the-ass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant...

You are the sweetest thug I’ve ever known.

We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he’d been back then. But she had the...

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

Being with Mary was different because…he wasn’t the only one who wanted to make love to her.The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog’s big head and stroking the soft fur…playing with an ear…dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from...