Balthazar had to admit death looked good on Constantine, possibly even better than life had.
They were no different from the Wutai.
The Struggle was, in a way, the symbol of their relationship.
He would be Edward’s knight until the day he died.
Reiji hated kittens.
They were the inseparable trio so used to sex that even the red light district didn’t tempt them.
No one saw it coming, least of all Greg.
No one had escaped the war without some scars.
This was their year of living dangerously.
Bell was always the professor.