Skin Trade

I didn't know what to say to that, so i kept my mouth shut. When in doubt,shut the fuck up.

If you fear nothing, then you are not brave. You are merely too foolish to be afraid.

I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.

Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last.

Animators Inc., where our motto was Where the Living Raise the Dead for a Killing.

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

When in doubt, shut the fuck up.

No such thing as a hard woman, Memphis,just soft men. With that, I turned, and the others followed me.

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren’t sure which side you’re on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn’t make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?

One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

We aren't the good guys, Anita. We're the necessary guys. -Edward

What had my scary thought been? That Olaf was sincere. In some crazy,pathological way, he like-liked me. As in boyfriend-liked me. Not just for fucking or slaughter, but maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted to date me like one human being to another. He seemed to have no clue how to interact with a woman in a way that wasn't terrifying, but he was trying. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he was trying.

You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward." He smiled. "I don't lie to you." "Really," I said. The smile became a grin. "Okay, not most of the time, anymore." His face sobered. "I'm not lying now.

Memphis and I both looked at Olaf, as if he'd spoken in tongues. I think neither of us had expected anything useful from the corpse fondling. Damn.

I'm a Christian, but if God is truly a God of love, then why would he have a private torture chamber where he put people that he was suppose to love and forgive to punish forever? if you actually read the Bible, the idea of hell like in the movies and most books was invented by a writer. Dante's inferno was ripped off by the Church to give people something to ba afraid of...

Fears are not meant to be shared; they're meant to be conquered.

I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.

It’s not about being able to do something, Rocco. It’s not even about thinking about doing it. It’s not even about being tempted to go too far. [...] It’s about deciding not to do it. It’s about being tempted but not giving in. It isn’t our abilities that make us evil, Sergeant, it’s giving in to them.

We know it is similar to the Persian sorcerer I met in the Sandbox,” Olaf said. “I know it would be weird, and too coincidental for real life, but could it be the same sorcerer with a slightly different spell, or whatever?” I asked. “Not possible,” Olaf said. “Why not?” I asked. “The sorcerer was not bulletproof.” “So he’s dead,” I said. Olaf nodded.

Shaw mi squadrò da capo a piedi. “Davvero sei tanto brava a uccidere?” “Cerco di essere un bravo sbirro, cerco di essere un bravo soldatino e di obbedire agli ordini, fino a un certo punto. Alla fine però non sono un vero sbirro né un vero soldato. Sono un’assassina legalmente autorizzata. Sono la Sterminatrice.