Bubba was the one person who wouldnโt even bat an eyelash that Nick was talking to an โimaginaryโ friend. Heck, heโd probably bring one of his own out to play, too. ~Nick
Sherrilyn KenyonNo offense, but Iโm getting stir-crazy. Can we please go downstairs and hang in the bar or do anything that keeps me from sitting here bored out of my mind while the three of you watch me grow eyebrow hair? I mean really, I am fine. Iโm not going to spontaneously combust or do anything else freaky. Promise. (Tory)
Sherrilyn KenyonHas anyone ever won an argument with you? (Syd) Just Tee, and I was drunk and wounded at the time. (Joe)
Sherrilyn KenyonSo would you like to join me for something to eat? (Jericho) As long as it doesnโt involve the entrails of demons, I might be persuaded. (Delphine) Demon entrails have no appeal for me, either. Zeusโs are another matter. (Jericho)
Sherrilyn KenyonI really hate Squires. (Syra) (She pulled another flat bolt out and loaded it, then shot it at Otto. Moving so fast he could hardly be seen, the Squire turned around and caught it without flinching. He held the bolt up to his nose and inhaled it lovingly.) Mmm. Rose. My favorite. (Otto) Perhaps we should leave you two alone. (Jess) Yeah, this does remind me a bit of the mating rites of the mean and the surly. (Allen)
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