I Give Good Advice. I Do Not

If The Eyes Are The Window To The Soul, Then Edward's In Trouble 'cause No One Is Home.

Do You Really Have The Ability To Control All Types Of Undead?" Magnus Asked. "can You Really Make A Hundred Shoes In A Single Night?" I Asked. Magnus Smiled. "wrong Kind Of Fairie.

It Means Black Kitten," I Said With My Pulse Almost Even Again. Ares Studied Me. "and You're Ok With Them Calling You Their Black Kitten?" "they're Wererats, Ares," I Said. He Frowned At Me. "they're Not Calling Me Their Little Black Rat. Think It Through.

When Sex Is Necessary For The Plot Of A Book, Or A Character Development, Then I Don't Shy Away From It. Why Should I?

I Try To Be A Good Cop. I Try To Be A Good Little Soldier And Follow Orders Up To A Point. But In The End I’m Not Really A Cop, Or A Soldier. I Am A Legally Sanctioned Murderer. I Am The Executioner.