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Xhex, that half-breed symphath female who looked like she performed castrations for fun and profit.

It's got nothing to do with me. Qhuinn is usually in a bad mood." "People going in the wrong direction will get like that.

When it came to someone else macking on their females, bonded males liked closure. Of the coffin-lid variety.

Unlike the female of John's fantasies, this one spiked way high on the feminine scale and suffered from hair-related Tourette's, a condition that manifested itself in incessant

Why is your favorite question, isn't it?" "I'm a scientist." "I know." The words were spoken on a purr, like she'd just told him she was wearing sexy lingerie. "I love your mind.

Fine, I'm in love with you—" "I know you still don't approve of me—" In another burst of synchronization, they shut up together. "What did you say?" she breathed. Gun. He needed a gun. So he could shoot himself in the foot in fact, as opposed to just in the hypothetical.

On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is Sunday church and 10 is the last frat party you attended, how drunk are you currently? Actually I was typically drunk in church on Sunday's too, but I'd give me a 6, unless I had to take a field sobriety test, then maybe a 7 1/2.

Assail picked that moment to scream again—which

I'm rambling." "And I could listen to you talk for hours, so don't focus on my account." "Yeah, well…focus is important." "Only if you're a microscope." She smiled a little.

I'll teach the fucker to read," V muttered. "By cramming the Library of Congress up his ass.

It was goddamned weird having someone waiting for him to come home, Wrath thought.

Vishous came into the room. The goatee he'd recently grown made him seem even more sinister than usual, although the tattoo around his left eye was what really put him into ominous territory.

Dearest Virgin—um, Oversexed Lassiter

Now be a good little sociopath and shut the fuck up while you get taken in for medical treatment." In

brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.

drawer aside and flattened the parchment back out. As the sounds of fighting commenced in the gazing room

Just be careful with my damn dog. That animal gets hurt and you and I are having words." Well

hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation.

Man, there were a lot of purgatories getting expunged tonight, he thought ruefully, both real and figurative:

With gunmetal-gray piercings in his ears, and an ahstrux nohtrum teardrop under his eye from when he had served as John Matthew's protector, he caught stares wherever he went. Perhaps

Now go get dressed and relax. And remember, you're mine to fuck later.

Thank you for realizing I'm capable of making sound decisions. Of course you are. You chose me after all.

Sometimes I doubt that anyone with a philosophical turn of mind is fit to judge anyone. He never comprehends the concept of guilt.

Indeed, it is almost a rule that the more simple and commonplace something is, the more difficult it is to understand it.