Besides so long as a man has not been actually killed he is our fellow-creature, though perhaps a very unpleasant one.

He bowed. "You hear correctly." His gaze didn't ;leave her, the examination making her skin crawl. He shook his head. "Astonishing. I never imagined I'd meet a real Nahid."With a curse, Zaynab followed. "If I've not said it lately, I think I hate you.""You know, for a magical being, you have a terrible sense of adventure," Nahri replied, touching one of the eddies of paint, a blue swell that looked like a wave.

It seems,” I said to my ex-fiancé in as calm a tone as I could muster, “you may have a chance to discuss non-human methods of weather prediction after all...because I’m reasonably certain that we are standing on a troll.

I know I'm asking a lot. You'd need to start talking, stop growling, and bathe. No offense meant, but you look like a crazy man the way you are.

The end is near!" the man shouted again."Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked.The End Times Guy blinked. "Ah, maybe; I don't know.""Oh, good," she said. "I'd hate to take on Hell without fueling up.

I wasn’t giving this guy an inch. He disturbed me. I didn’t like things that disturbed me, which is why I was licensed to shoot most things that disturbed me. Unfortunately, humans were not on the list and sexual attraction was not considered a valid reason to shoot someone.

Well, Dax had wanted distraction, but he didn’t think meeting the infamous Tribe with a raging hard-on could be considered putting his best foot forward.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think you cared,” he drawled, leaning against one of the pillars. “Consider me flattered, Kanoska.

In what universe would it be okay for someone to take a redneck dip in a hotel fountain?

Many people have asked me, "Why title your book Creating a Concierge?" There is no correct answer. Call it creation, evolution, or chance, but ultimately it's what felt right.