If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it.

Owain crossed his arms over his chest. "I've gone straight. Only good, clean jobs for me now." "So, in other words," North said, "you're living in poverty?

Ruby, I lied before. I would have run. —CG

Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.

I don't want to just see someone's face; I want to know his shadow, too. —Jude

It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory." Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.