“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 blows up your skirt.” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“Have we met?” I asked. “Because I don't recognize you at all.” “Then by all means, allow me to introduce myself,” Harry said, his easy playfulness returning. He stepped closer, straightening the blood-soaked black lace at his collar, backing me… — 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
