Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.
Laurell K. HamiltonTags: hunter vampire anita jacob blake animator
He rewarded me with one of those brilliant smiles. If I had been less professional, it might have melted me into my socks. There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was a little boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself. It appeals not only to the woman in us all, but the mother. A dangerous combination.
Laurell K. HamiltonVampires are people too!
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Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated
Laurell K. HamiltonI'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how
wonderful it was.
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Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita
Laurell K. HamiltonHis dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said.
"That can be arranged."
"Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean."
"Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies."
I stared at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them.
"If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I can't handle any deep, dark plots tonight, okay?"
He smiled and gave a low, sweeping bow, never taking his eyes off me. The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away.
I shook my head. He WAS up to something. Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly become something else. One thing I could always depend on what Jean-Claude. Pain in the ass that he was, he always seemed to be there. Dependable in his own twisted way. Jean-Claude dependable? I must have been more tired than I thought.
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I was caught between going yippy-skippy i get to play with them both, and running like hell.
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Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.”
“I thought you'd chase cars,” I said.
He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.
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Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren’t sure which side you’re on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn’t make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?
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