Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?"
"What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.
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I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade
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A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise
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Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.
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What the hell was that?” I gasped. “Premature inflammation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing. I don’t like to talk about it.
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No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad
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All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat
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Brave words in a room full of pulseless creatures. Spade gave Don a disgusted glance while Rodney just licked his lips. No doubt he was mentally salting and peppering Don.
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You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag. "Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds."
The gin was abruptly sucked back into my lungs as I gasped. He did not just tell my mother about his former profession; sweet Jesus, let me have heard incorrectly!
I hadn't, and Bones went right on. "... But I have a friend who owes me a favor and he could be persuaded to... Kitten, are you all right?"
I'd stopped breathing as soon as he casually admitted to his prior occupation. Add that to the liquid stuck in my lungs, and no, I wasn't all right.
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He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie’s door.
“Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon,”
he said with admirable humbleness when Timmie cracked it open. Only I could pick up the
slight edge to his voice as he went on. “I can only say that it was caused by my natural
affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I’ll be shagging her tonight, you can
imagine how I’d be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling.”
“You schmuck!” I burst as Timmie’s jaw dropped. “The only thing you’ll be shagging
tonight is yourself!”
“You wanted sincerity,” he countered. “Well, luv, I was sincere.
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