Frankly, I wish I could make my heart quit doing an extra thump when Wolfe says satisfactory, Archie. It’s childish.

A strange enigma is man

There were men in their fifties, men who take a stab at fitness, men who try. They may not look young, but they still look viable. Lammers wasn’t one of those. Lammers was one of...

CONCERNED BUT NOT CONSUMED!

Yin and yang. Male and female. Life and death. The dualities that make us human. As though our lives play out on an immense balance scale—move one way, the scale tips to the left, but...

Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.

Have you checked your ass out lately? It’s pretty dang distracting, darling.” ~ Gunner Wilson

You don’t rewrite it, censor it, or edit it, to suit some warped view you have of the past and your own present.

By about eight hundred years.

Of all the ways to murder someone, slowly, over the course of about 75 years or so, is the best way to not get caught. Nobody, not even Sherlock Holmes, would suspect a thing.

He never had been good at arguing with women; they tapped into pools of resentment over slights that had steeped for years.

Individuals vary, but percentages remain constant. So says the statistician.

The Land of Civilian was a dry bitter place where you sat in your car staring at drawn curtains and closed doors for hours on end, and where everything was a big, freaking secret.

Terrible accident; body parts was everywhere—-fingers, toes, wings, beaks. Ambulance people tried to scoop him all up, but apparently it ain’t so easy as you might think—telling a chicken from a Chinaman, I mean. Anyways,...