Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.
Rob ThurmanMots clés leandros doubletake
All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine.
Rob Thurman...she'd also said more than once that I wasn't half as clever as I thought I was. Considering what I thought of myself, that still made me pretty damn clever.
Rob ThurmanAnd he had it all over Octavian, let me tell you. Hung like a Pegasus, he was.
Rob ThurmanSeveral months ago there was a somewhat, in some people's eyes, relatively normal Cal--or by and large normal--the best he was able to be as half Auphe. Occasionally he did lose his shit, attacked and ate deer while on road trips through the woods, created massive holes in between dimensions to shove through malevolently murderous pucks, and once in a while ripped out an Auphe's throat with his teeth. He also opened a gate or two to save his friends, blew up an antihealer from the inside out to save the world, cleaned his guns while watching porn, and generally was a smart-ass to everyone.
Normal.
Mots clés funny guns cal-leandros auphe
Grocery lists I lost; my shit list was forever.
Rob ThurmanThere are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.
Rob ThurmanAnyone with less intestinal fortitude, inhuman or not, would've been curled up on the floor sucking his thumb. I basked in the attention and took it as my due. I'd always known I was a star. Without me, the Auphe were nothing. I was the key, and the gate was a lock only I could open. At this moment I was, as I'd always suspected, God. Spreading my arms, I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, my streaming hair a silk touch on my shoulder blades. "Suffer the little children to come unto me." Opening my eyes, I smiled gently at the Auphe.
Rob ThurmanMots clés humor
He touched my little brother—I stopped his heart.
It was a fair trade.
How do you know I have a brother?" Cal wasn't playing anymore. The suspicion was real and I was already moving, the switchblade hidden in my hand.
"You always do. Or a cousin or a best friend bonded by blood. Something of thet dramatic overwrought nature. Someone who is wirtually attached to you at the hip. Let me speak to him. He's invariably more reasonable.
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