“What are you, a James Bond villain?” I said. “The least-hot Bond girl ever? Pussy NoMore?” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“Look, I'm sick. It's early. Don't tick me off or I'll toss your salad.” He stopped short, and I could tell he wanted to… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“When someone says “jump”, Marnie Baranuik is more liable to kick them in the yambag than ask “how high?” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“I am the icy push of immortality through your veins. I am the grave-wrought hand around your heart. I am the cold wind that… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Any time before eight A.M., no amount of birds chirping, sun shining… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“I took a bracing sip of espresso and pictured Batten prancing out in the snow wearing nothing but a sport sock, trilling Tiptoe Through… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“Sharing pain with someone isn't something to take lightly. Every month, Chapel sent me chocolates for my PMS cravings, and I took Midol to… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“Just my luck; finally offered free, weird sex and it was by a freaky-ass priest. Dude wanted to save me… with dick. Was this… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“We have to think like Kill-Notch,” I told Declan, strutting back to the Kawasaki. “How do we do that?” he asked. “Pretend we have… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“So why not tell him that the original revenant, the progenitor of undeath, was a fallen angel who had flanked Satan in the War… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“Batten was a dark hunk of manly perfection sent to torture womankind with unfulfilled erotic daydreams and sexual frustration.” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“If I was going to die on a dark and stormy night at the hands of an undead pervert and his horse-cocked unicorn of… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“I was about to be handled with all the determination of a Hollywood dermatologist on a starlet's rash.” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
