It comes out of nowhere, the roared word "Witch!" as Prue is leaving 415 for her car. She whirls around to face a hulking demon with menacing red eyes and a sword as big as her, eyes wide ( Read more... )

It's the longest three minutes of his life. He licks his lips, finds himself tapping the box against his thigh to a fast staccato beat, and immediately grips said box tightly in both hands, hiding as much of it as possible and risking crushing the cardboard package ( Read more... )

Murphy was truly rat-arsed that night. It was an Irish tradition on New Year's eve. On most evenings, if you were a MacManus. Rocco had never failed at keeping up, he was usually the first one to start toasting. And even though he claimed to be as broke as they were at that time of the month, the man always walked in with a couple of bottles to ( Read more... )