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"Is there anything else on your mind?" I asked.
He looked at me, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Besides the fact that I could make a meal out of you?"
The air crackled with Reyes's anger. I had to wonder if Garrett did that on purpose.
"Cannibalism is frowned upon, buddy."
"Are you going to report me for sexual harassment?"
"No, but I will grade you."

"How is it you believe everything you hear about me, yet nothing I tell you?"
"That's not true," I said, clutching a throw pillow to my chest. "You've told me you don't know what'll happen if you die. I'm simply trying to find out."
"Yet everything you hear is negative. Catastrophic." He eyed me from underneath his lashes and whispered, "A lie."

Damn. I wasn't expecting him to be the betrayer. That's going to hurt when [name removed] finds out.

I swallowed. My throat was suddenly tight, and my eyes stung. There is no logic to grief.

"It will do for now."
"For now?" Scimina stared at me, incredulous, then began to laugh. "Oh, Cousin. Sometimes I wish your mother were still alive. She at least could have given me a real challenge."
I had lost my knife, but I was still Darre. I whipped around and hit her so hard that one of her heeled shoes came off as she sprawled to the floor.
"Probably, but my mother was civilized."

Oh, SNAP.

Scimina needs to die. Painfully.

The black surged and consumed each of the men in seconds. Chill vapors rose around them as their final screams mingled with the sounds of flesh crackling and bone snapping, then all of it died away. In the men's place lay two enormous, faceted gems in the rough shape of huddled figures. Beautiful, and quite valuable, I guessed; if nothing else, their families would live well from henceforth.

Which of them made the first overture to peace? I imagine there were false starts at first—broken truces and the like. How long before hatred turned to tolerance, then respect and trust, then something more? And once it finally did, were they as passionate in love as they had been in war?
There is a legendary romance in this. And most fascinating to me, most frightening, is that it isn't over yet.

In the instant Bright Itempas was born, he attacked the Nightlord. Their natures were so opposed that at first this seemed destined and unavoidable. For countless eternities they battled, each occasionally achieving victory only to be later overthrown. Gradually, between the two of them, the universe took shape. And as the dust of their battling cleared, both gods found that they were pleased.

I knew why I had found no satisfaction with T'vril.
Never whisper his name in the dark
No. This was stupidity. No, no, no.
unless you want him to answer
"Nahadoth," I said.
Even if logic hadn't told me who it was, that kiss would have. There was no taste to it, only wetness and strength, and a hungry, agile tongue that slid around mine like smoke.

The father holds him, rocking him gently, and begins to sing. In his voice I hear echoes of every mother who has ever comforted her child in the small hours, and every father who has ever whispered hopes into an infant's ear. I do no understand the pain I perceive, wrapped around both of them like chains, but I can tell that love is their defense against it.

How did this Chosen business work? How could she find out? Even if Rule was being completely honest with her, he might have some of it wrong. It seemed to have religious connotations for him, and religion sometimes kept people from asking the right questions. If you think you already have all the answers, you stop asking.

"I think you're trying really hard to convince me how bad you are."
He smiled. "I am what I am. If I were you, I'd take off those rose-colored glasses and think about what it is you're trying to save."

"Then, did you hurt her?"
He paused and eyed me for a long moment. "You know what I find most interesting?"
This was a trick. I could feel it. "What?"
"That you honestly believe I am capable of hurting innocent people for no reason."
"You're not?" I asked, hope softening my voice.
"Oh, no, I'm more than capable. I just didn't realize you knew that."

"Are they torturing you?" I asked, my breath hitching in my chest.
He stood studying Rocket's work, raised a hand, and ran his fingers along a name, the fluid lines of his tattoo undulating with the movement. "Mercilessly."
I couldn't stop the sting in my eyes, the wetness pooling along my lashes.
He was in front of me at once. "Don't," he said, his voice sharp, menacing. "Don't ever feel sorry for me."

I scooted through the basement window on my stomach and dropped into a somersault, landing on my feet on the cement slab of the basement. 'Cause that's how I roll.
The times I'd tried that same maneuver only to land on my ass with dirt and cobwebs coating my hair didn't count.

Never be afraid to dart around in public, humming the Mission: Impossible theme song.

"Pig latin? he asked, incredulity lining his handsome face.
I snatched back the note and glared at him. "It's the only foreign language she knows."
"You were hoping to stump me with pig latin?"
I looked down at the note and cringed. It really wasn't the best idea I'd ever had.

It was the dawn of a new era, one where most of the human race now spent all of their free time inside a video game.

I'm going to attempt to finish one of my old books on my currently reading shelf today. Which one should I finish? Options in the comments ...

This is the last time I'm checking this book out from the library, I swear. I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK, SO HELP ME JEBUS.

I think I'm going to have to send out a mass e-mail at work about this book, considering EverQuest was mentioned and I work with one of the original developers. Heh. I wish OASIS was real though, it sounds so awesome.

A slow smile spread across Reyes's face as he looked back at Garrett, sized him up with once glance, then returned his attention to me. "How's its spine?"
"You can't possibly mean that," I said when I stopped, deciding the backing-away thing wasn't working.
"If he even thinks about trying to find me, his last years on this Earth will be ... fraught with difficulties."

Daaaammmnn, boy ain't messing around.

I had to get a grip. And it needed to be on something other than Reyes's manly parts.

:D

Damn, that Kindle Fire is sexy. And I don't even read ebooks.

A terrible, unearthly howl filled the air. She jerked back, eyes wide. He jolted and tilted his head up, eyes closed, his chest heaving. "Mother help me. Your cat wants in."

Ouch, Lily. That's low.

I selected an episode of Family Ties. Sitting alone in the dark, watching the show on my laptop, I always found myself imagining that I lived in that warm, well-lit house, and that those smiling, understanding people were my family. That there was nothing so wrong in the world that we couldn't sort it out by the end of a single half-hour episode (or maybe a two-parter, if it was something really serious).

Being human totally sucks most of the time. Videogames are the only thing that make life bearable.
—Anorak's Almanac, Chapter 91, Verses 1-2