“Dad!” I said, trying to get his attention. “It is so official you are a bad father. Good fathers do not shoot… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I love children, but I don't think I can eat a whole one.- Bumper sticker — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Who knew Demon Child would have such a normal name? I expected something exotic like Serena or Destiny or the Evil One… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Does your uncle need anything? A coffee? A latte?” “He needs someone to bear his illegitimate child if you’re interested — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Just remember,” Reyes said, “anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.” “What?” Osh stared, aghast. “What the fuck are… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Cookie had taken her daughter amber to school then walked the thirty-something feet to work earlier. Our business was on the second… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding." I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Oh, my god, I don't know. What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“If ever there was a time to carry a flashlight, it would definitely be at night.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
In three hundred feet, turn right," Darth Vader said. The Darth Vader. I felt like we were friends now. Like I could tell him… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“The asshole slipped Peggy a five-spot to bring him his burger first. Never trust a man with a penis.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“I reported to work the next morning looking like something the cat dragged in, half eaten yet somehow still alive.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
