During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.

And I'm stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can't stop, and you don't even care!

It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.

Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.

So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know. What do you like to do?" "Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast." "That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast." "That works out, doesn't it?

I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! - Wendy

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.