After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-" "Okay, that was so not my fault-" "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population." "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans." "They smell bad when they're dead." "All you mortal types do.
J.R. WardBut then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
J.R. WardCome to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V
J.R. WardButch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, "I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.
J.R. WardI didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!
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