“That old if you 'need anything, let me know,' is a total crock. You hear people say it all the time, but you never see anyone actually call up the person who said it and say, "Hey, remember when you… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I’m pre-med,” he added smugly. “Okay.” I said again. I didn’t shrug this time, but his jaw tightened a bit as if he was annoyed that I wasn’t displaying the proper amazement at his accomplishment. “And I’m next in line to be promoted to death investigator.” The look he gave me was nothing short of a challenge, and I had… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Still, waking up this early was just wrong. “Why can’t people be reasonable and only die after eleven A.M.?” I whined. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead man. Buck-ass… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Angel, I have no idea how you can stand this stench,” he said. “Derrel’s been doing this for long enough that I think he doesn’t have any smell receptors left, but you . . . ?” He grimaced as he snapped pictures of the skull and the injury while I held the body in position for him. “You are one… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I leveled a scowl at him. “Is there anything in our agreement that says I can’t call you names?” He crouched and added a few touches to the diagram. A very faint smile curved his mouth. “No.” My own mouth twitched. “So, hypothetically, if I were to call you an asshole, there’d be no reprisals?” I asked with an innocent… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I could buy it back from you later?” I leaned back against the counter. “Hon, you’re fucking with the wrong chick. I’ve been around too many drug dealers to buy into a scheme like that.” He shocked me by… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Hell, right now my only weapons were Obnoxious and Snark, and I intended to use them whenever possible. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“The pudding lived up to its name. And nothing fell off that wasn't supposed to.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“...with that I turned into a punching, struggling, kicking psycho redneck zombie bitch.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I clung to the pain like a badge of honor. Blood dripped in a slow splatter from a deep gash in my forearm, and my left knee throbbed from a vicious twist, but I couldn’t suppress my grin. I dragged my sleeve across my face to clear some of the sweat and grime, and squinted at the massive demon who… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I just can't believe you fucked that thing !" he retorted, voice rough with what I coud only assume was utter distain. "Why... why would you do that ?" (...) "Because I'm lonely ! " I exploded, standing and nearly tipping the stool over. "Because I've only ever had two boyfriends, and they were shitty in bed, and they never… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
