He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés funny anita-blake laurell-k-hamilton richard
Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés maturity anita-blake skin-trade
One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake skin-trade
Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake
Edward ayrım yapmayan bir katildi. Hiç ayrım yapmazdı. Cinsiyet, din, ırk ya da tür farkı gözetmezdi. Eğer tehlikeli bir şey varsa, Edward onu avlar ve öldürürdü. Bunun için yaşıyordu, o, avcıların avcısıydı.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés anita-blake edward avcı katil
Fakat beni rahatsız eden bir şey vardı."Kurbanların aileler oldugunu söylemiştin, buna çocuklar da dahil mi?"
"Garip bir şekilde, hayır" dedi.
"Şey, böyle küçük nimetler için Tanrı'ya şükretmeliyiz,"dedim
"Her zaman çocuklara karşı bir zayıflığın vardı zaten,"dedi.
"Ölü çocukları görmek seni rahatsız etmiyor mu?"
"hayır" dedi.
Mots clés anita-blake edward karacamdan-kelebek
I did not run to him, but I did wrap my arms around him, press my ear to his chest, hold on to him as if he were the last solid thing in the world. He stroked my hair and murmured to me in French. I understood enough to know he was glad to see me and that he thought I looked beautiful. But beyond that it was just pretty noise.
It wasn't until I felt Zerbrowski behind me that I pulled away, but when Jean-Claude's hand found mine, I welcomed it.
Zerbrowski was looking at me as if he'd never seen me before. "What?" It came out hostile.
"I've never seen you be that ... soft with anyone before."
It startled me. "You've seen me kiss Richard before."
He nodded. "That was lust. This is ..." He shook his head, glancing up at Jean-Claude, then back to me. "He makes you feel safe.
Mots clés anita-blake jean-claude
I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés love anita-blake jean-claude
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