[FONT="][/FONT]"I think it was the tacos last week that got us with the giant ass-warts."
“If you’ve got a problem with the way I’ve been raised, perhaps you should bring it up with my uncle.” She turned on her heel as he passed her, staring holes into his wide forehead. “He’d love to entertain your opinions over lunch.”
His upper lip curled. “I’ll make an appointment.”
"I will not be ignored!" the spirit shouted.
"Do you mind?" Roger snapped. "We're having a moment here. I don't do moments, so don't ruin this one."
The dreamwalker screamed, flailing its arms like a child who'd just had his favorite toy taken away.
"Um, maybe we should pay more attention to the incredibly angry dead guy," I suggested.
[FONT="][/FONT]"Servants, money, your every whim pandered to..." The old man snorted. "Some prison you boys were running from."
His leather armor creaked as he shrugged. "Chains of silk are still chains."
“You kissed her?” Simon raised a skeptical bushy brow. “That’s it?”
Kem nodded with a pleased smile. “I kissed her.”
“I knew you were a religious man, Kem, I just didn’t realize you were a monk!”
Whenever he went to therapy, he felt as though he was talking to a reincarnated butterfly.
“It’s a brave new world out there. Whole lot has changed while you’ve been sitting here building boats. It's a lot harder to maintain your privacy. We could help with that.”
“That's the carrot. Where's the stick?”
He lowered his voice. “You know that orbital rail gun the press is convinced is a boondoggle? Certain people with stars on their shoulders have been itching to demonstrate it's not.”
“That's not a stick. That's a tree.”
From the current WIP in its new setting:
"They threatened to blow up your island just to take you out? That's some hefty respect."
"I could live a lot longer without that kind of respect."
Rhiley shrugged his shoulders.
"He just killed someone...seems normal to me."
It's hard to hide a gun in an ankle holster when you're wearing Bermuda shorts.
Death was funny like that. You think it changes everything, when, in fact, it can mean very little.
Arthur’s entire body tensed. He glared at Lily—or whoever the hell she was—his lips parted and his teeth gritted in a snarl. The look was frightening and completely out of place on placid, easy-going Arthur. It reminded Seth of how he had first seen Arthur, when his eyes were hard and Seth was convinced he’d grown up starving in alleys.
Dad was liking this conversation less and less.
"You wouldn't be the first," I said, trying to offer reassurance. "I was chained to that table once. They wheeled me in here after I kinda, sorta, went a little overboard."
"A little overboard?" Roger said. "You tried to incinerate the doctor."
"I know."
"You set Cassandra on fire."
"I said I know."
"We had to order a new mattress and replace all of the stuff you burned."
"Alright, I get it, I went absolutely coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. Will you shut up about it already?"
Roger raised an eyebrow. "If you're going to get all touchy about it, then yes."