Covet

Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.

I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.

If the Angels won, the entire Earth would be nothing but one giant Christmas frickin' morning, a choking wave of happiness and warmth and caring and sharing taking over everything.

Let's take my truck," Jim said as he hit the gravel. "Less noise." And it has a radio, right?" With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater. Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened "How can you stand that racket?" Selective deafness" Teach me,master.

Surely it wasn't possible that Vin diPietro was the first assignment. "Hello?" DiPietro waved. "You in there?" Nah, Jim thought. Can't be. That would be above and beyond any call of duty. Over the guy's shoulder, the commercial that was on the TV suddenly showed a price of $49.99-no, $29.99, with a little red arrow that ... considering where Vin was standing, poined right at his head. "Sh*t, no" Jim muttered. This was the guy? On the Tv screen, some woman in a pink bathrobe smiled up at the camera and mouthed, Yes, it is!

No offense-but until I see it, I'm not going to believe it." "And that is why you will fail." Adrian cursed and hit the door. "Great, you've got him channeling Yoda again. Can we get moving before he levitates my fucking bike?

Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.

There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, “Booga-wooga!” At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.

Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing.

And I'm full aware of how much you don't like me at this moment" Can't be a new thing for you" Jim said

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Time keeps on...slippin'...slippin'...slippin' into the future," Adrian drawled as he walked around

Don't be an asshole," the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. "Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

I don't think we're fit for visual consumption." Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. "Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I..." "Look like shit.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

...Jim finished his beer and wondered how in the hell he'd found himself in the role of Cupid. Man, if those four lads even thought about getting him to wear the wings and a diaper while he nocked his arrow, he was so renegotiating his employee contract. And not with words.

Last fight I had with the bitch ended way too soon." Eddie rolled his eyes and glanced at Jim. "It was in the Middle Ages and he still hasn't gotten over it.

In his old life, the answer would have been easy: He'd have just put a gun to Vin's head and dragged the fucker to the altar. Now? He needed to be a little more civilized.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

Am I going to have to die first before I come here every time? Because no offense, but for fuck's sake, I can just give you a cell phone to call.

Souls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.

The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.

Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea.

(...) - Zacharias - disse assim que atenderam. Matthias, o sacana, riu baixinho. - Juro que falo mais contigo do que com a minha própria mãe. - Não sabia que tinhas uma. Pensei que tinhas saído de um ovo. (...)

You don’t have to be searching to find what you need.

That’s the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you’ll always be using someone else’s reins.

We were a little more fallen than the bosses were comfortable with.” Adrian grinned like a motherfucker. “As I mentioned, I like the ladies.” “Usually in pairs.

archway and hit the light switch for the