They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.

The first magic wave kicked the world in the face.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?

Bran grabbed my hand,pulled me to a chest, and swung the heavy lid open. A white cloth covered the contents. He jerked it aside. Human heads filled the chest. "Oh God." He scooped a mummified head from the chest by a scalp lock and thrust it at me. "All of them are mine." This was officially the weirdest version of "come down to my place and I'll show you some etchings" I've ever been hit with.

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.