You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.
mac barrons
What we're doing here will send a giant ripple through the universe.
apple mac macintosh
Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.
mac
Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.
I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.
Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.
He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.
Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.
He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.
If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.
He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.
I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.
Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.
He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.
All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.
I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?
No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.
I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.
The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? What else did he tell you?I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.
We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons?Barrons needs watching.
Do your thing, Ms. Lane. You might be criminally young, but the night is not.
I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.
I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.
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