Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper

You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.

What good is a body if I can't have you?