He ignored me, thank God, saying to Kat, "Let go of Frosty's leash. You're choking the life out of him." Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits, a sure sign of her aggression. "He deserves to choke. He didn't keep little frosty in his pants this summer." The words snapped like a whip. "He did." Cole snapped back with unwavering confidence. "Not." "Did." "Not!" "Did,"... "Not, not, not!" she shouted with a stomp of her foot. "What are we five?" Cole said. "Six."
Gena ShowalterHeโd never be able to touch her, and as passionate as she was, she would eventually need a man who could. Heโd never had to worry about these things before because heโd never been with a woman. Not even before his possession. Heโd been too busy then, too involved in his job. Maybe he needed to join Workaholics Anonymous, he thought dryly. He had to be the only millennia-old virgin in history.
Gena ShowalterAnya jumped in front of the man, acting as his shield. โNow, Sabin. He didnโt mean any harm. Heโs borderline stupid. You know that.
Gena ShowalterWords were one of the most powerful forces knownโ or unknownโ to man. The Most High had created this world with His words. And humans, who had been fashioned in His image, could direct the entire course of their lives with their words, their mouths as the rudder on a ship, as the bridle on a horse. They produced with their words. They destroyed with their words.
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