Let’s use our heads,” he said, giving Shame a hard look.
Shame just grinned. “That’s my favorite thing to use.
Tag: humor
Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?
Devon MonkStone and blocks, like butter and bread.
Devon MonkTag: humor
For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.
Devon MonkTag: humor
Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.
Devon MonkTag: humor awesomeness badassery
especially those of us who use magic on a regular basis, have to work the wards." "So hes basically blocking members of the Authority?" "Hounds use magic every day. Doctors, teachers." "Point taken. Good to know she's safe from evil magic-using teachers.
Devon MonkIt’s not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.
Devon MonkYou threw Shackle," Terric said. "At his head. With a hell of a lot of magic."
"He was trying to kill you guys. He'd trapped Zay. What did you want me to do, challenge him to a game of dominos? I was supposed to ride to the rescue, right? I rode.
What the hell?” I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn’s car. Jack was a Hound and Bea’s boyfriend. The left blinker flashed on for just a second, and then Jack drove at speed again.
“Zayvion, I’m sorry to tell you I think I have a crush on another man.”
“Who is this unfortunate and soon-to-be-dead fool?” he asked.
“Jack. That’s his car. He must have been waiting for us, or maybe he followed us.”
“Jack Quinn has been following us?” Shame said.
“And now he’s taking us to Collins, I think.”
“Or a trap,” Shame said.
“He’s a Hound, Shame.”
“My statement stands.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” I turned left, following the car. “Hounds are loyal. Jack and Bea told me they’d help me if they could. They’re not going to turn against me while I’m in trouble.”
“What happens when you’re not in trouble?” Shame asked.
“Don’t know. It’s never happened.
Sex everywhere, all the time…One time during training, I actually had to carry
bags of ice around and lob them at the two of them to keep them from spontaneously f*cking.
Tag: ice-throwing shamus
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