Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.
Do you imagine that they're going to issue me a citation...what was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.
Dear girls, I can let anyone get hurt because in my world, my safety and well-being come first.
Next time we commit crime, we'll make sure to include him.
Must we argue word choice? Now?
He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.
Myrnin was heading for Kim when she picked up a crossbow lying on a table nearby and shot him pointblank in the chest. He staggered backward, muttered, "Not
