There's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.

The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.

If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.