urban-fantasy

The demonic love the taste of little girls.

Powerful grateful in the demons mortals in the courier of shadows, Darkened protectors of the rest and dusk of sea, Shadow broken and ashes in my eclipse, Crave force the demons flesh

I've hated you for the longest time, but I've loved you for longer." ~ Stefan #5 The Veil Series, Ties That Bind,

Those aren__ the rules. She cost us a meal,_ Tank said. __ou cost the group a meal, you go hungry. That__ the way it__ always been.__ thought Dax was going to let them fight it out but then he spoke up. __ don__ want to feed her right now either but she__ a walking skeleton, and I need her alive. If there was one jerky, she__ get it before any of us._ He reached over and grabbed two dried meat sticks from Lucy and tried to hand me one.____ fine. I don__ need it,_ I said, looking at Tank.Dax grabbed my hand and shoved the jerky into my palm. __ took you out of that compound for a reason. I will force-feed you that jerky before I let you starve yourself.___ine. I__l eat it. Whatever. You don__ need to get so bent out of shape about it._ I was hungry as hell so it wasn__ actually a concession, but he didn__ know that. I mean hell, I knew I needed the calories and the Cement Giant wasn__ going to blow itself to smithereens.__ took a couple of bites as Dax got up and walked out of the camp.I gnawed on the stuff as I leaned against my rock. __hat flavor is this? It__ really good stuff.__ucy and Tank looked at me kind of oddly. Hey, if I was going to eat it I didn__ see a lot of reason to pretend it sucked. These people were weird.

Do you need me to carry you?" The words were said softly but with a definite edge. He looked so angry, I wasn't sure if he was mad or trying to help. "No." The last thing I wanted was to be carried out of there. I turned in my seat and tried to get a read on him. An idiot would have known he was pissed, but beyond that, I got nothing. Why was he the only person in my life I had so much trouble reading. He started to lean down and I realized I was out of time. "Don't you dare," I said, trying to delay whatever action he was preparing to take. Looks like my stall quota had been all used up. If I'd had any delusions of him cutting me any slack because of what had happened between us, I was quickly realizing how wrong I'd been. He seemed even worse.

Sometimes there is no right thing. Sometimes wrong wins, and that's okay. Life doesn't have cooker-cutters for right and wrong, Ryder. There's that messy gray area in between, and I sure hope I'm not the one staring down the barrel of your gun when you figure that out." Muse ~ Darkest Before Dawn. #3 The Veil Series

Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.

Mind gleams in every atom of the Universe.

It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as stark as the sight of the snow against their bare branches and cracked, piceous bark. Unblinking, I watched the edge of the lake, waiting for it to reappear, but whatever it had been was gone, vanished under cover of a willow tree, lofty and dense, rearing over the lake, its branches dripping all the way to the ground. The tree__ lament had been transformed into a thing of such beauty I was tempted to go and hide within it.

Most people don__ get their soul mates in their designated lifetime or if ever they do, they let them go. It doesn__ matter to me who you are, who you love, as long as they love you back. That is what__ important. The world seems to have forgotten that and have conducted themselves all based on the concept of love that is both selfish, misguided and outdated. And if the world saw what we see, things would be a whole lot better.

In the beginning there was Logos...and God of course. And it was all extremely boring for Logos because he could never beat God at any game...

The trouble with dead people today is they have no sense of decorum

I__ not in the torturing business, but I am in the monster-killing business.

But, self, that thing was on TV, and this one wants to tear your liver out your nose. Run.

Fighting demons is what I do; real, and those in my head.

Lena scowled at the empty space in her living room. "Oh sure, thanks, I had fun too." She'd stayed awake, spilled a cup of perfectly good tea, and for what? A spirit with the noncorporeal equivalent of erectile dysfunction. Mostly she was fine being permanently on-call in the Veil. On nights like this, however, it sucked.

Mall maintenance halls are creepy. Plain and white, with fluorescent lighting, they evoke images of serial killers, hockey masks nd bloody butcher knives. The figure standing at the end does not help matters.

As his gaze rose to her face - he bit back a gasp. "Your hair, it's - ""Red." ..."You look stunning." ..."Did I ever tell you that when I was growing up, my favorite cartoon characters was Jessica Rabbit?" ..."You always had the curves, but now, with the hair..." He blew out an exaggerated Roger Rabbit whistle. "You're a spittin' image.