Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?

As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. "Jesus, he really is blind" Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. "But my hearing is just fine

Man" Rhage muttered, "someone hit this place with the Hallmark stick." Until it broke.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.