urban-fantasy

The death has an only color.

There was no gentle way around it - hearts would be broken, relationships would be crushed and I was the messenger.

Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly.

Jake's in trouble.'Luca rolled his eyes. 'What now?''He's gone off somewhere, I think I know where, and I don't think it's good.''Cant that boy ever stay in and watch telly like the rest of us?

I gulped, mesmerized by his hypnotic eyes and charming, spearmint smile, and uttered something intelligent like,"Uh, huh." ~ from Dragon Flight

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

I__ not mean to everybody. I__ only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.

If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I__ be free right now. Probably even doing some real job,_ she sneered.

She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.

He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.

She had every right to be harsh, mean, and independent. Every damn right. And yet he had a feeling that she needed care more than anyone else in the world.

Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn__ keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.

The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone _ in a much more impolite manner.

Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it__ scary and unpredictable and unsafe _ at least, that__ what we all think.

And as her voice carried in the darkness, he wasn__ sure where the borders between her story and his dream were. But he saw no more nightmares; he dreamed of a noble Sky Ghost and his little daughter, which he taught everything she needed to become a better warrior than he was.

He smashed his lips together, and I knew what he was thinking. He always made that face before he brought up my mother. __id it have anything to do with____ot everything is about my mom,_ I snapped before he could get the words out. __eez, you took one psychology class, and you think you__e frickin_ Freud.

Oh, Alan Ryves," she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.