If you’re not good, I’ll burn your—”
“Yeah, I know.” MeShack strolled to his bedroom. “You’ll burn my balls off.

Dante and this Palero were definitely playing some sort of game, and I didn’t know the rules, which was fine with me. Whenever a game became too complicated, I just set the board on fire.

Have you ever met a dragon that couldn't talk?

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign.

I want to know who killed my father,” Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up straight. “If you think you can help me with that, then you are welcome to try.

Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.