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Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness."
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Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable--but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.
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You left the door open." "Fritz is bringing me some smokes." "You're not lighting up around my dog" (...) V looked over at the dog. George's big boxy head was down on his paws, his kind brown eyes seeming to apologize for the shutdown on the whole light-up routine. Vishous stroked the bag of Turkish delicious like a pathetic loser. "Mind if I just rolled up a couple?" "One flick on the flint and I'll pound you into the carpet."
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The door opened a crack, and then Lassiter, in his game gear, stepped inside the room. As he held something out, Mary couldn't see what it was-- Wait a minute, was that a Snickers bar? "What are you doing?" she blurted as he cautiously approached. The beast snapped to attention, its jowls curling up in a snarl at the angel. But Lassiter was undaunted--so not a shocker. "Here," he said. "Have a Snickers. You're not yourself when you're hangr..
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Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.
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I hate this goddamn cat." "I can tell."
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Rhage, we have a problem--" "You weren't supposed to tell him!" Lassiter barked. Rhage frowned. "Lassiter?" "Fuck you!" came the muffled response. Mary pointed to the hearth. "Lassiter is in a Santa suit, stuck in the chimney, impaled on something that means he can't dematerialize. So we've got a problem." Rhage blinked once. And then threw his head back and laughed so loudly the windows shook. "This is the best fucking Christmas present !..
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Moments later a huge male with a cropped mohawk came out. Rehvenge was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and had a black cane in his right hand. As he came slowly over to the Brotherhood's table, his patrons parted before him, partly out of respect for his size, partly out of fear from his reputation. Everyone knew who he was and what he was capable of: Rehv was the kind of drug lord who took a personal interest in his livelihood. ..
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black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
lover-unbound
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Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch"
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vutch
j-r-ward
lover-revealed
vishous
butch
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You can stay home," V muttered. "You really can totally f-in' stay the f home, you f'ed-up mother-f'ing f-twit." Lassiter clasped his breastplate, and swooned like Julie Andrews. "Don't you love it when he can't swear? Warms my cockles--it's like watching a drunk on roller skates try to play dodgeball in the dark--"
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So, yeah, his people wouldn't have just frowned on his sex life; they would have handled him only with barbecue tongs while wearing a Hazmat suit and a welding mask
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So if you had the chance . . . even if there was no music and no ballgown, no tuxedo or gala . . . when your true love asked you to dance? It was important to say yes.
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Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.
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Our strength must be tested," he whispered, "for us to know it's still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever."
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Traditional laws and cultural norms are flimsy mantles of power and influence. Democracy, however, when it is truly exercised, is a stone fortress that cannot be surmounted, blown asunder, or burrowed under.
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It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.
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And maybe there is greatness waiting for you--if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.
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Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.
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silence
peace
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Is it my turn yet?" Lassiter asked over the earpiece. "I was born ready for this."
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Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.
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j-r-ward
lover-reborn
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This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.
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bdb-phury
cormia
lover-enshrined
phury
brothers
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Yeah, we could strap a small car to Lassiter's back and make him run around by the pool--
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When the coffee had finished brewing, he took the pot out from under, poured the entire sugar bowl into it, and followed that up with as much of the half-and-half as he could fit in. Then he took a test sip.
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She slapped him so fast and so hard,his head actually kicked back on his spine.His first instinct was to bare his fangs and bite her,to punish her,to tantalize himself-because there was no better spice to pleasure than a little pain.Or a lot of it.He righted his head and lowered his lids."That felt good.Do you want to do it again?"
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Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again. Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attic's darkness.
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inspirational
mundane-life
phury
black-dagger-brotherhood
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I still think that every time I see you, after I've spent some time away from you. Thank God ... he's here. ~ Marissa to Butch
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With a sudden flash of anger, she blurted, "Lash wasn't impotent, all right? He wasn't ... impotent-" The temperature in the room plummeted so fast and so far, her breath came out in clouds. And what she saw in the mirror made her swing around and take a step back from John: His blue eyes glowed with an unholy light and his upper lip curled up to reveal fangs that were sharp and so long they looked like daggers. Objects all around the room ..
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Am I going to have to die first before I come here every time? Because no offense, but for fuck's sake, I can just give you a cell phone to call.
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And this about-to-see-God stuff? Total buzz kill, and not because he was religious in the human way or jel that she was having a great time while he was thinking of pizza. Her grating, squeaky YouPorn performance with the head throws that kept landing her extensions in his face was getting on his nerves.
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From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel. Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was. And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at "Melrose Place", a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face. What an angel he wa..
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funny
bloodkiss
jr-ward
lassiter
marissa
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The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. "Good job son. I'm proud of you." Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms. "And that," Rhage said in a loud approving voice, "is how you do it."
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craeg
trainees
rhage
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She frowned. Then blurted, "Do you have other females?" As if anyone could measure up to her? "No! Why do you ask?" "We haven't layed together and you are a male with obvious... needs. Even now, your body has changed, hardening, growing big." Crap. He'd tried to hide the erection, he really had. "Marissa-" "Surely you need to be eased regularly. Your body is phearsom." That didn't sound good. "What?" "Potent and powerful. Worthy of entering..
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bkack-dagger-brotherhood
marissa
j-r-ward
lover-revealed
butch
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With all of my black and withered heart, I love you, my female.
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He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly."
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With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.
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The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.
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marissa
black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
lover-unbound
butch
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You going to try the rest of your gear on?" he asked on an exhale. "Or you want to whine about your pants a little more?" "Don't make me flip you off." "Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" [Vishous to Butch]"
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Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, "Pleased to meet you."
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This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display. It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of.
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Oh...man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins.
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Souls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.
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Ah, yes, the departmental shrink. And in the silence that followed, he knew everyone was waiting for him to groan, but he wasn't a Lethal Weapon wild card, damn it. Yeah. For example, he couldn't dislocate his shoulder, he didn't live on the beach with a dog, and he wasn't rocking a death wish. You're welcome.
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Later, on the night that she and her beloved were slaughtered, when her eyes latched onto the crawl space where she had hidden their heir, their future, the only thing that was greater than the two of them . . . she would have as her last dying thought that it was all meant to be. Whether the tragedy or the luck, all of it had been predetermined, and it had started here, in this instant, as the King's fingers intertwined with her own and th..
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When he frowned again, she was fairly sure that the nomenclature did not please him, and she found herself wishing she had been birthed to other syllables.
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