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place most distant from the sight of Darlington’s cock, which was very erect and shining like a supercharged, oversized glowstick.
“Fine. But you owe me.” “I don’t owe you shit. This is your actual job.”
“You look like you escaped from juvie,” he said when he saw her Lethe House sweats. “I’m getting my cardio in. I jogged here.” “Really?” “No.
“I’ve got it,” he said. “You always looked like you had trouble chasing you.” Alex jabbed the door-close button. “So?” “Now you look like it caught up.”
“Because every time I try to breach the circle, I feel a little less human.”
I don’t remember it, but I know this isn’t hopping a bus, and I am never going back.
“Alex,” Michelle said, dusting off her skirt, “he’d go to hell just to take notes on the climate.”
he’s one of the more beautiful humans I’ve seen.”
Mercy grinned. “I like expensive things.” “He’s not a cashmere scarf, Mercy. He has horns.” “I have a birthmark shaped like Wisconsin.” “I’m leaving.”
“Sterling didn’t have children. He never married. He lived with a friend for forty years. James Bloss. They shared a room, traveled together.
And they were roommates
“Great, now I’m a snitch.” “You’ve been worse. Get inside.”
“Turner,” Alex asked. “You ever kill someone?” “What kind of question is that?” “So yes.”
Turner looked like he might just drive them both off a cliff.
“This is what your magic is for, isn’t it? This is what it does. Props up the people in power, lets the people with everything take a little more?”
“I want to know how to be brave. Like you.” “I’m reckless. There’s a difference.”
This is why they are so easily distracted by puzzles and games: They are most engaged by what is immediately before them.
All Demons have adhd confirmed
And why the fuck hadn’t anyone told her vampires were real?
same, alex. same.
“You’re going to be okay.” Alex managed a smile. “Because I seem like a good kid?” The teacher looked surprised. “No, kiddo. Because you’re a killer.”
“I don’t want to ask you to go back to that map with me. But Halloween is two days away and we need to find our fourth.” “Your fourth. Like you’re playing doubles tennis.”
“You believe what you need to, Stern. But I know what I saw when I walked into that room back at Black Elm.” “What?” Alex asked, though some part of her desperately didn’t want to know. “The devil,” said Turner. “The devil trying to make his way out.”
“Galaxy Stern,” Darlington said, his eyes flashing gold, “I have been crying out to you from the start.”
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
“A good lunch. A little sun and sea, a chat with a beautiful woman. I feel almost human.
Why raise children on the promise of magic? Why create a want in them that can never be satisfied—for revelation, for transformation—and then set them adrift in a bleak, pragmatic world?
“What we’re doing is considered theft,” said Dawes. “We have no reason to think hell will give up a soul easily.” Tripp gave another nervous laugh. “Like a hell heist.” “Well…” Dawes mused. “Yes, that’s accurate.” “If it’s a heist, we should all have jobs,” said Tripp. “The thief, the hacker, the spy.” “Your job is to survive,” Turner bit out. “And to make sure you don’t do anything stupid that gets the rest of us killed.”
