“The over-weight and out of shape guy who owned the house had apparently decided that having a half-million dollar house meant that… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Greg was a supernice guy and a good tenant.” “I met him only once, but he seemed pretty cool,” I said. “Of… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I opened my mouth to tell him he was full of shit, to tell him I knew he'd thrown me under the… — 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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I just can't believe you fucked that thing !" he retorted, voice rough with what I coud only assume was utter distain. "Why... why… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
