As soon as she hears the knock on the door, she knows without looking exactly who it is and what it's about. Maybe it's the quality of the knock, or maybe it's the soft urgency behind it, but by the time she hears it the second time followed by Spike's voice calling her name, she knows. In a flash her boots are on and the first aid kit she's been ( Read more... )

She's not going to sit in her fucking room -- mamacita's fucking room -- all day or anything. No, after three and a half years of death and dead and killing and fucked-upness, being at the end of the universe doesn't feel so very stuck to her. So after pulling on a fresh t-shirt and combing out her still-wet hair, Hero Brown, survivor, slips on a ( Read more... )

There's a rhythm and a cadence to this place, she's come to realize in the few short days she's been here. It isn't hard to make herself scarce, either: coming from a world with a lot of fucking chicks in it, she knows how to do that. It doesn't mean she doesn't want to be social, though, and neither does it mean she doesn't want a few answers ( Read more... )

She almost fumbles the key in the lock, her hand is shaking so goddamn hard. After all these years of walking and struggling and disaster and death and amazon cunts and kidnapping nuns and ninjas and tracking devices and plague and plague and more plague, she can hardly fucking believe this place. It's a dream and she knows it ( Read more... )

Dear Mom,

Well, I found Y. That's the good news. The bad news is we lost the monkey, but the good news is that we might not need Amp any more. Right now, I'm on my way to Kansas to deliver some stuff.She looks over at Beth, asleep by the dim light of the fire: there are some things she just won't write down. There's no such thing as safe here and ( Read more... )

How many days from San Francisco to this shit little hole-in-the-fucking wall called Cooksfield? If I'd had a car, less than a day. On horseback the whole way it might have taken a week or so. But going most of the way on foot, far too long and I haven't really kept track but it feels like a long time since I said goodbye to Yorick ( Read more... )

Yorick's going to kill me.

Go fuck yourself, you Amazon CUNT.

Jesus, Victoria was so sane and rational about it, too. Victoria: what did you make me into?

You say that word with such venom. Cunt. It's a fairly harmless insult in the UK, you realize. Only in this country could a euphemism for female genitalia be considered the ultimate obscenity. The word is actually quite ( Read more... )