All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.
J.R. WardChrist on a crutch
J.R. WardStichwörter: lover-unbound
Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.
J.R. WardMay I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted"
Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.
The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone's just looking for home.
J.R. WardBlay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
J.R. WardStichwörter: blay qhuinn qhuay
good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
J.R. WardStichwörter: v wordsofwisdom
And if that bastard’s innocent,” Rhage spoke up, “I’m the fucking Easter bunny.”
“Oh, good,” someone quipped. “I’m calling you Hop-along Hollywood from now on.”
“Beasty Bo Peep,” somebody else threw out.
“We could put you in a Cadbury ad and finally make some money—”
“People,” Rhage barked, “the point is that he is not innocent and I’m not the Easter bunny—”
“Where’s your basket?”
“Can I play with your eggs?”
“Hop it out, big guy—”
“Will you guys fuck off ? Seriously!
My name’s Lassiter, and I’ll tell you all you need to know about me. I’m an angel first and a sinner second, and I’m not here for long. I’ll never hurt you, but I’m prepared to make you pretty goddamn uncomfortable if I have to, to get my job done. I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, but my perfect female no longer exists. Oh, and my favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of people. Guess I’m just bred to want to get a rise out of folks—probably the whole resurrection thing.
J.R. WardLife’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.
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