Status Updates From Cinnamon (Blood Nation, #3)

Angstfest continues...

Crikey, such a complicated book!

Poor Xavier just can't catch a break!

Good grief. All of the characters with split personalities is getting rather confusing! I hope Derekica can tidy the multiple personalities up a bit!

Oh Xavier , how i've missed you!

Armor, we need more than my simple, tiny wet wipe.”
I watched mortified as Armor turned away from me and began to rummage in a compartment. He pulled out a basin, towels, washcloths, soap, and bottled water. Oh. My. God. The limo had officially transformed into a shaggin' wagon. I face-palmed myself.

It should remind you to keep your head cool and clear around him when you go for assignment today.”
“Today? It's Saturday.” I could hear the sound of running footsteps coming down the hall.
“Death does not take weekends off.” If we both weren't mangled, I would have laughed at that remark.

Shards of glass glittered as they fell down around me, but they disappeared in my fire. The tiles were starting to glow a golden hue...damn it. I was burning down my burning room.

“We are one.”
“That's like saying I'm Sex.”
“You are, and you are also Azrael. This is a basic truth that cannot be denied. Marcus knows I exist and he calls on me when there are missions to be done, but we are one. It took a while for us to come to terms, and I have no doubt that it will be so for you, but Little One, they exist to help you...and just like real brothers, you do not have to get along all the time.”

Hades needs an eternal Time Out!

Totally craziness as usual with an epic bomb at the end. Review percolation.

I wanted Armor with me so badly right now, but Marcus needed me. They were like salt and pepper. We, the Brothers and Father, were the rest of the spice rack.

I am not going to do anything off-the-cuff stupid.

No, you're going to brood over it, and then do something stupid.

--Atta boy!

Hell NO! Someone needs to reevaluate there position and take necessary steps to clarify it!!! So pissed right now.

"Ask me again, and this time, do not call me a stupid fuck.”

As the Lord Emperor, it was probably smart to keep the number of people who called me by my first name to a select few, and I was pretty sure that it was not a good idea to have the kid dry-humping my head as one of those few.

--Love you X.

When that man got his cherish on, I wanted to do nothing more than kneel at his feet forever.