The human body is an amazing organism. It can go from dead tired to completely alert in a terrified blink.

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

It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn’t want to be late.

It took a qualified wizard to detect a summoning in progress. It required only a half-literate idiot with a twitch of power and a dim idea of how to use it to attempt one. Before you knew it, a three-headed Slavonic god was wreaking havoc in downtown Atlanta, the skies were raining winged snakes, and SWAT was screaming for more ammo.

I want to punish them. I want that punishment to be so hard, so vicious that the next who takes their place wets himself at the mere thought of trying to fight me.

Five minutes later, we were rolling around on the helipad as he tried to muscle his way out of my armlock, after slamming me onto the helipad. “I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction,” Saiman said, his voice dry. I looked up. He was standing a few feet away. “Do enlighten us.” Curran tried to roll into me to break the lock. Oh no you don’t. “You both think violence is foreplay.