“Crazy? try ceiling-licking, rabies-frothing, dish-ran-away-with-the-spoon-in-fucking-sane." --Thanatos”

“Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry.Then lick her wet.”

“Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry.Then lick her wet.”

“Sorry, I happen to be into women, so Thanatos doesn't do it for me. But it's probably fair to say that if I were gay, I'd do him.”

“And, ah, who are you?What Horseman, I mean.”Thanatos swung around. “Death.”Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?”He snorted. “That poser.”

“You named your son’s pet after a rabid monster dog?” “No,” Thanatos growled. “Wraith did. Bastard taught the pup to respond to Cujo, and we couldn’t get him to respond to anything else after that.”

“She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that."I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped.She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed,"Three.”