When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake bullet
Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
They be crazier than we are.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake crazier
Anita can speak for herself," Richard said.
Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play."
"And pigs fly," I said.
"You don't believe me?"
"Not hardly," I said.
Mots clés anita-blake jean-claude richard
I felt like shit, but it was happy shit.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés love anita-blake vampire-hunter
I couldn't think of anything helpful to say, so I resorted to humor, my shield of last resort. 'Just please tell me they don't have a dog and a picket fence.'
He smiled. 'No fence, but a dog, two dogs.'
'What kind of dogs?' I asked.
He smiled and glanced at me, wanting to see my reaction. 'Maltese. Their names are Peeka and Boo.'
'Oh, shit, Edward, you're joking me.'
'Donna wants the dogs included in the engagement pictures.'
I stared at him, and the look on my face seemed to amuse him. He laughed. 'I'm glad you're here, Anita, because I don't know a single other person who I'd have admitted this to.
Mots clés funny anita-blake edward ted-forrester
Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. Love is better, but fear will do the job.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés vampire anita-blake laurell-k-hamilton
He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés vampire anita-blake laurell-k-hamilton
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