Souls 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.
J.R. WardBlay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.
J.R. WardYou've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel
J.R. WardNo stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood
J.R. WardI'll cab it home." "Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl." "I don't have a sugar bowl." "So it'll be next to the bag." Butch smiled. "You'd have made a great wife, Jose." "That's what mine tells me.
J.R. WardThe human reached inside Wrathโs jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. โJesus Christ,โ the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. โYou got some ID? Or wasnโt there enough room in here for a wallet, considering youโre carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?
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