Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.
Jeaniene Frost"What the hell was THAT?" I gasped.
"Premature inflamulation," he replied. "Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing, I don't like to talk about it."
A snort of amusement came from my right. I swung in that direction to see Bones bestow the most approving look on Vlad he'd ever given him. Then his expression sobered as he met my gaze.
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.
Catharine ArnoldStichwörter: shakespeare bones skittles skulls
It is better to have ten skeletons in your closet, than walk with no bones.
Anthony LiccioneStichwörter: secret bones skeletons
You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.
Jeaniene FrostStichwörter: humor funny bones night-huntress jeaniene-frost one-foot-in-the-grave catherine-crawfield cat-crawfield
Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Stichwörter: humor funny bones night-huntress halfway-to-the-grave jeaniene-frost catherine-crawfield cat-crawfield kitten-tweedy
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.
Julio CortázarStichwörter: love choice rain bones skin soaked
You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag."
I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a thousand times!
She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.
"Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds.
Stichwörter: bones shag justina
I thought you'd gotten over your whoring when you left him, Catherine, but it seems you only postponed it."
Bones' face turned to stone, and he answered her even before I could snap out an indignant response.
"Don't you ever speak to her that way again." There was pure warning in the whip of his words. "You can call me any name you like and more, but I will not stand by while you slander her out of your own ignorance.
Stichwörter: bones justina whoring
Actually, Justina, I didn't just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was...right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh, blimey, I come from a long line of whores, in fact..."
I sucked in a breath as Bones divulged yet another tidbit about his past to my mother, who must be frothing at the mouth by now.
"...called to give you the good news. I asked your daughter to marry me and she accepted. Congratulations, I will officially be your son-in-law. Now, do you want me to call you Mum straightaway, or wait until after the wedding?"
I flew through the air in a dive that finally tackled him, wrenching the phone away. Bones was laughing so hard, he had to breathe to get it all out.
"Mom? Are you there? Mom...?"
"You might want to give her a moment, Kitten. I believe she fainted.
Stichwörter: bones cat engagement justina
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