You're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—” Holy hypoxia, Batman.

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

Conflict is the microscope of a book. When it's trained on a character, you see what's underneath the narratives of physical description. You see whether someone is strong or weak, principled or apathetic, heroic or villainous." (J.R. on writing the BDB series)

Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.