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All right boys, let's sail away! Show those bastards how airship pirates fly a ship!

Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.

The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.

Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.

A sullied green "S" stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.

She's a poker player's wet dream. Sorry, sweetheart, you can't bluff for anything.

That's me, keeping things bitchy from open to close." I turned around and gave him my customer service smile.

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea.

I always chose the sea.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn't want to surface.

He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.

The Cottage Diner's homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Oh darling, I don't slip into the sack with just anyone and when I do, I prefer gentlemen.

Right now Captain Cranky and Commander Hard-Ass weren't tops on his list of people he wanted to be around...

You promoted me for my ruthless stubbornness and dog-headed determination, not my tech savvy. Plus, I'm a damn good shot.

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

Like a firework, a person's life flashed brightest right before expiration.

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we'd left unsaid driving us apart.

You know, stealing someone's kill is bad form," he complained, cutting through the quiet tension.

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn't be let off the hook.

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn't want to dismiss. Not tonight.

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

Why don't we keep that secret? Hunters will lose their reputations if we're seen saving puppies and painting flowers.

What I wouldn't give for a little old smuggling job.

You're like an oceanic Lassie." My grin twitched on my face, threatening to tumble over into laughter again.

Luckily, common sense had never been a strong suit of mine and my feet moved
faster than my brain.

Once upon a time, he might've chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.

Don't worry. I don't plan on making homelessness my career.

His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.

Gripping his hand, she shook. "The name's Neve, not damsel in distress.

No monster would hold the hurt I see in your eyes or carry the guilt you do every day.

Despite the sea being wild and the waves rolling away from the shore, the tide always returns.

Perhaps if he stumbled onto a bath and a tailor he could even be considered handsome.

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

May as well have ox blood running through those veins," I added, "You're as
stubborn as one.

She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell - even the stars didn't stand a chance.

The jury's still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.

Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child's.

Fine, fine, I'll indulge in this 'socializing' thing you always rave about.

Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.

She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated - but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she'd fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.

Geoff's arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S.
British-Craphole.

Everyone's searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

Horrible sense of humor?" Hunter's eyes twinkled as he engaged in our banter. "Compared to your one-word witticisms, I'm a fountain of entertainment.

Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined.

They shot one of ours." The lines deepened around his grey eyes. "I'd waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew's blood.

Wasn't allowed to have pets. I killed my pet cockroach when it crawled into my ear.

And he claims another victim." I cracked a grin. "Edwin, you're turning this
infirmary into a speakeasy.

Electricity sparked between them at the touch, and she savored the way he made her yearn. How the crush of their lips together inspired revelations.

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

The water glittered under the moon's careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.

As she'd walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she'd yearned for every night.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn't care who was cut in the process.

The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier

What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that - like he was running out of time.

We'd never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

This one sank deep into her marrow and made her heart soar like the shuttles piercing the stratosphere.

Worse, this wasn't the usual online date where she could excuse herself if the guy wasn't her flavor of ice cream.

Save the sugar for some other girl. This one's had it up to here with people in general.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Call me babe again, and I'll slit your throat," she said, the sweetness in her voice a direct contradiction to the daggers she gave him.

Beauty was a weapon as well, one Viola enjoyed wielding.

If you're supposed to work with someone, I'd recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was "tense.

He leveled his gaze on her - the intensity there whispering promises she couldn't fathom - and she shivered.

You heard Alanna. Someone's got to be on you at all times." His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.

So this is how the merchant ship won't follow us," I mumbled, "They aren't insane enough to join the party.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.

You took so long I got bored." She widened her smile, teeth showing. "Next time freshen up quicker, princess.

Daughters aren't trash you can toss away, Dad. I had to deal with the mess you left.

If anyone loved danger, Jev Brennan did.

He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my
side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn't deserve.

Hair-braiding salons and mystic shops littered the block, but she didn't need a psychic to predict her cards read "royally screwed.