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The proper thing to do is to admit that hell is real and to allow our feelings of discomfort to motivate us to action.

The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.

Rhage raised his hand Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes my son, you are going to hell

Brace yourself , Effie. Jesus Ch- A grunt cut off the swearing. Wrath poked his head out of the window and whispered , You're supposed to be a good Catholic. Isn't that blasphemy ? Butch's tone was like someone had pissed out a fire on his bed. You just threw half a car at me with nothing but a quote from Mrs. fucking Doubtfire.

You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.

Fucking lilacs. I'm the only immortal with allergies. I swear.' - Eddie, Crave

Then again, the urge to commit matricide was stressful as shit-when you couldn't act on it.

And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers? Don't- Wrath shut his mouth. Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal. Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they'd recently added a Tragedy line.

John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.

Holy shit. Rehv shook his head and muttered, Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.

She was pretty sure that if she had been, though, none of the hypotheticals would have resembled this in the slightest: surrounded by vampires, possibly pregnant, with a fallen angel in an Elvis costume mangling the ceremony from the Book of Common Prayer.

Bacon's on the way. He smiled. Hey, they like you! Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

Those icy bright eyes left her and shifted to his buddy. The frown didn't leave his face. You look like hell. And you're Miss America.

Then how about we start with a shower, he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

Three a.m. in downtown Caldwell, New York, gave you just enough obstacles to keep shit amusing.