Just don’t ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?”They nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But...
I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.
The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn’t going to run away. Or scream, at the very least....
I embraced that hope for a moment, grabbed onto it with both hands, and held it close like the rare treasure it was. Then I let go of it, let it float away like a...
What did you expect? That he’d send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you’re ever going to get from a...
Be real. I’m going up against three of the world’s most vicious ubervillains. I have a very, very slim chance of survival. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and I don’t even...
This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don’t run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin.””Tell that to James Bond
Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages’ worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don’t think so,...
I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
Shut up, idiot.
You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised
You’re just jealous.””Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.
As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d reallylike to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of...
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
All right, baby,” Daphne crooned.”Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets. . . .
For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.
You’re late.””Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.
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