Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.

You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

Rene looked at Grendel. “What in the world is that?” “That’s our mutant attack poodle,” I told her. “Is he chewing on a gun?

I have a vamp body for you," Andrea said. "It's in the freezer." I gave her a nice smile. "You shouldn't have.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.