A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. โThereโs no inflation in the ever-after, Al.โ Call it a recession then. One way.
Kim HarrisonThere were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god Iโve chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.
Kim HarrisonThe small gargoyle had gone entirely white to match the ceiling, and only the rims of his ears, his long clawlike nails, and a thick stripe down his whip-like tail were still gray. He was crawling along the ceiling like a bat, wings held to make sharp angles and claws extended. It just about broke my creepy meter.
Kim Harrison