“The memory of the previous nights fun and games rose again. Hell this whole week had been weird. With the attack at the boat launch being the shit flavored ice cream on top of the crazy pie.” — 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
