So confusing. It was some kind of magic, I knew that for sure, but I didn’t understand the subtleties of it all. You’d have thought all those years of HBO and shit would have prepared...

Only the wicked understand the ways of the wicked, my dear. ~Madame Zelda to Roller Deb

When am I going to learn to stop questioning authority and just eat the Soylent Green?

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure...

He looked up at the round, stained glass window in front of him, a blurred kaleidoscope backlit in the morning sun. It glowed. The color of heaven. Of her hair. He sat back and cracked...

You know your marriage is in trouble when your wife would rather listen to a cackling drug lord than accept your apology.

He was six years old this time, and ancient.

It was a crypt where music played to masses of the dead, and McJagger was their desolate pharaoh, a walking mummified king. I remembered it well.

Oh, I love you, June, I really do. It’s just that you sounded so…twat-ish just then.

A sign read “Free drinks for billiards competitors only.” Hand-lettered below read “All others will pay.” It was written in blood. I could tell because a red fairy with what looked like black insect wings...

She took a deep breath. “Let me begin again.” If this girl wanted to play ball in front of her department head, Christine would bring it. She closed her eyes and accessed the most expensive...

I envisioned him tied in a chair, an iron arrow pointed at his brow. Ah, the power of positive thinking.

There were lots of things in this lifetime that I’d doubted, precious little I’d known for sure. But in that moment, I knew I would save her, or die trying.

Oh, hell. You’re a fairy,” I said. “Yeah,” he said. “You know, they call it ‘being gay’ nowadays, but sure, whatever.

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn’t yet found the tap. (Greachin)