urban-fantasy

But wanting something didn't give one the right to have it.

Fireball doesn__ need a search warrant.

I can__ believe it._ I whispered.__ou can__ let him lure you back in, Felicia. He__ wrong. He__ wrong!_ Vanian pleaded, I could feel the quiver of his magic, the wisps that were fighting against the iron burning into his wrists, I could feel the crackle as it fought in the air, against his emotions, against his pain. I shook my head, was about to speak but Adam grabbed him by the front of his shirt; as if a few more tears and shreds couldn__ go amiss. The tightness of his grip paled the Faerie__ cheeks, caused the blood to trickle down faster, dropping to the floor.__y wife._ He yelled, __he__ my wife, silverblood._ With each growl of a syllable he accented it with a punch to Vanian__ face.I couldn__ take much more. I jumped over and pulled at Adam__ shoulders, fingertips driving into the nook of his collarbone, pressing down with as much as I had in me, anything to break his hold. He recoiled and rose his hand to me, at first I flinched but I stopped. He wouldn__ hurt me. He wouldn__.

Do you believe in eternal love, Vane?"He nodded. "When you live for hundreds of years, you see all kinds of things.""How does someone know the difference between that and infatuation?"He sat up between her legs, then pulled her into his lap to cuddle. "I don't think there is a difference. Ithink infatuation is like a garden. If tended and cared for, it grows into love. If neglected or abused itdies. The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it.

I love Carlos like the weird, half-dead son I never particularly wanted

Only this time, now that she knew what it felt like to kiss him, she didn__ want to slap that look off his face, she wanted to kiss it off.

Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown. "Whatare these?" he asked."Potatoes," Vane told him."What did they do to them?""Just eat them, Fury," Vane said. "You'll like them, trust me."Patrick snorted. "Where are you from that you've never seen mashed potatoes before?""Mars," Fury said as he frowned at the way the potatoes clung to the spoon.

The Contract had an air of esoteric mysticism when it covered topics related to the universe__ deepest secrets, yet it was gratuitously specific regarding the wrath of Thotash and the penalty for default. Huge swaths of the unholy text were dedicated to the terrors and woes that would fall upon those who failed to meet the Terms, including pestilences of the skin, debilitating afflictions of vital organs, nameless horrors from forgotten dimensions, and the __ain of teeth,_ though whose teeth was uncertain. Article VIII, section 3, subsection B was particularly unsettling, assuming one had sufficient familiarity with anatomy to grasp it fully

I intend to make you scream for me, Riley.

Been lickin_ peanut-butter spoons? Maybe I should call you butterfingers. It has a better ring than Hella Shella. - Tran'Answer my question, Tran. Right now. Or I show you just what these fingers'--I wiggled my fingers under his nose-- 'can really do.' I took a step closer, erasing the distance between us. 'And let me tell you, emo boy, you are not going to like it. Let__ just say, that peanut butter I ate, freshly made.' I licked my lips with care. 'I__ actually quite skilled when it comes to crushing nuts.' - Shella

God, why do I bother trying to help you? It__ not like you appreciate it. It__ not like the word __hanks_ is in your vocabulary. It__ like you__e not capable of being nice to someone you decided to despise when you were six-years-old. Sure, about twelve years have passed, but what__ time compared to your rock-headed mind? - Tran

I__ not really sure why Ziggy puts up with me.I__ broken. Mostly because of the broken woman who spawned me. I swear, adults should have to get a license to make a kid. Prove they__e got their shit together before they bring a child into the world. My mom tried, I think. She thought she could piece herself into something resembling a mother by dropping the drugs and dropping the need to feed her overblown selfish streak. But she failed.

What I knew for sure was that he had a quick temper, a cocky attitude, and a southern accent... Apparently he also has a pet cougar.

So what did you do, drug me, stuff me in the trunk, then dump me like a sacrificial offering into that vampire__ coffin? - Shella

Nil Sine Magno Labore ("Nothing without great effort") --Motto of Brooklyn College

I can see the headline now: Archangel Busts Were Whisperer.

From DW:I got it. __ere's the thing,_ I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.