For one week, all I could think about was drinking margaritas--well, that and running my tongue along Reyes's teeth--but I didn't have… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Does Uncle Bob have anything?" "I heard he has an STD." "I mean on the women." "Oh, I have no idea if… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I suck at all this supernatural stuff. But I fry a mean chicken. Oh, good. I hate it when the nice ones… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
What's your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Having Reyes so near is painful. I think it has apoplexy." "Do you even know what that means?" "No, but it sounds… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
There is a fine line between love and hate, or haven't you heard? Sometimes it's hard to decipher exactly which emotion is… — 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
