This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that.

I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.

Observations,” he says. “Four imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.” They’d been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. “Wow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.

His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?