“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead… — 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… — 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… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“It reminds me of an old joke: What did the Zombie say to the whore?" I looked at him blankly. "Um....what?" He… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“That is a zombie..... Holy fucking shit. That's a mother fucking zombie and this shit is real.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“As soon as he was gone I blew my breath out and leaned back against the wall. Awkward. First the cop who’d… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“All of a sudden it seemed as if I could smell the brain, and not in a oh-how-gross way, but as if… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I walked into the café, bypassing the waiting people as I scanned for the hulking figure of my partner. It’s official ,… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Look, I know this is the last thing you want to talk about, but I wanted to ask you . . .… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“If you believe in the eighteenth century view of the mind, you will look and act wimpy. You will think that all… — George Lakoff Copy Share Image
“Good morning!” my partner, Derrel, said in an insanely cheerful voice. “I need my Angel to come out and play.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Three hours ago I was in bed, I thought miserably. I should have stayed there.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Hey,” I said before he could say anything else that would make the mood even weirder or break it entirely. “You wanna… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Hey, look, I thought with a miserable laugh, this day just got worse.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I don’t like being kidnapped. Or manipulated.” “I’ve done neither, silly. Though I’d like to hear about your other kidnap incidents. The… — Roberta Pearce Copy Share Image
“The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“But then again, I was about as far from touchy-feely as you could get. Unless you’re fucking me, don’t put your hands… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“God-fucking-damn but he was seriously good-looking. “Have you ever had the stuffed pancakes here? They’re evil. I highly recommend them.” “Heh. The… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I grabbed my napkin and managed to pretend to sneeze which had the added effect of covering up most of my face… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Women, when they kill themselves, choose far more romantic methods - like slashing their wrists or taking an overdose of sleeping pills.Abandoned… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Whoa!” I jerked my hand up to stop him. “Wait, what?” I asked as sick horror shot through me. “You mean, like… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“It's just like an alcoholic to think he's doing the Zombie Apocalypse wrong.” — Michele W. Miller Copy Share Image
