"Missing" from Fallen Host
"Missing" from Apocalypse Array (in .PDF format)
Michael paced the interior the belfry, wondering if he could've prevented Deirdre from leaving the church. A walk, she had told him. That was hours ago. He bit his lip to keep from cursing himself. He could've at least put up a fight, blocked the door, or *followed her.*Coffee and Promises by Jennifer Pelland
I like it when he rants outside my shop. It helps bring in the customers.
Pious Muslims know that it is a great honor to surrender their will to a Higher Power. Me, I've never been a very good Muslim. That is, until I discovered that Allah could be one seriously hot mama in size twelve purple leather pumps.
Nothing about Morningstar is what you could call a “soft touch.”
I lie on the floor, listening to the soft sound of rain against the window. The wind rattles the pane. It would have been pleasant, if the taste of a certain supreme bastard didn’t still linger on my tongue.