urban-fantasy

Ironically, the first time he played it, he experienced his first dream vision with his own __lame jumelle_, Rune _ and saved her from drowning. Thereafter he decided that must be the magic the instrument held: the ability to bring two souls together when they needed each other the most.

I__e been as good as dead since the day I was born. I accepted that a very long time ago.

if anyone comes into my domain without explicit permission, I__ going to impale you in a way that will give you the very best idea of what it feels like to be a corn dog.

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?

You were supposed to be a Werewolf, Brendan, so that you would be in her world. To be the strength she needs when she no longer has strength of her own, to show her the reasons to survive and to live.

He circled around me, whispering in my ear. ____ O positive. I__ everyone__ type.

It has nothing to do with you____t has everything to do with me that you want to get yourself fucking killed._ He snarled, the words tight and full of iron. __osing you is not an option.

I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. __anting something doesn__ guarantee you will get it.___ man can still hope._____e never had much room for hope.

For every ten vampires who are happy being monsters, there's always one sad-sack who misses the sunrise.

But I couldn__ leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would__e felt terrible if I__ asked Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn__ think anything about it. In fact, probably he__ have sent Pam.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

Put your mouth on mine, Little Raven. I__ ready for a taste of lemon cake,_ he said in a deep and tumbling voice.__aybe I__ not so sweet,_ I whispered, wetting my lower lip with a sweep of my tongue.Logan__ eyes followed every movement, and he licked his lips in response. __ want your mouth_ on my mouth. Do it, or else I__l have to find something else to kiss.

I threatened him with bodily harm. He promised to bring me cake for the rest of my life.

Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and deep green ivy climbed the stones from the ground to it__ roof. A large fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard with water falling from several lion__ heads. Between the misty air and rolling slope of the earth, the grounds reminded me of a long lost fairy tale.

Oh that voice, so sweet. Rich, like the taste of vanilla ice cream, vowels like flute music, warm caramel consonants. She could float in that voice forever and not miss a thing.

The zoo grounds reeked of desolation, but the silence had an undercurrent, a silvery vibe, like the hush of a concert hall just before the first note.

Yeah, I write Urban Fantasy, but its more like Die Hard or Indiana Jones with Fairies, Mummies and a Vampire who uses guns more than his teeth.

...but if there was one thing that all my years as the Spider, all the battles, all the brushes with my own death, had taught me, then it was THIS.That THIS was what was important. This moment right now and all the ones that we are lucky enough to have after it. Today, tomorrow, hell, maybe even forever.