There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.
Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?
Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once.