May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted" Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.
J.R. WardBlay didnโt shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighterโs face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconderโ like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met againโฆ and againโฆ and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. โYouโre welcome,โ Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. โCanโt say it was all a pleasure, though.
J.R. WardQhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOBโs skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hostsโ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.
J.R. WardThis place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.
J.R. WardWhat brings you onto my property?" Rhev said, cradling his mug with both hands trying to absorb its warmth. Got a problem" I can't fix your personality, sorry
J.R. WardSouls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.
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