Devoted in Death (In Death #41)
A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence quotient, any skill theyd previously held at operating a vehicle thereby turning what had been the standard annoying traffic into mayhem.
Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light.
Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow, he told her, with awareness. Breathe out to empty. And pause, hold in that space between. Now in to fill.
Cold as a bitchs tit. Its witchs. Why? Doesnt matter, Eve said quickly. Neither way makes sense. If somebodys a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? Im a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm.
cowboy bar in Dry Creek, a place many who lived there considered
Erotica so hed last longer.
Guilts oozing out of the sonnames Jimbo, and Im sorry about that. And Bubbas getting sweaty.
He wore command as he wore his suita good fit with clean lines.
Love, she knewwhere once she hadnt believedcould be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.
Or the ploy Dahmer usedthat classic had proven to do the job in all the decades following. Lone woman struggling to lift something heavy into the back of a vehicle. Can
She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.
She went to the AutoChef, programmed a vitamin smoothie. And was shocked when thats exactly what she got.