Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

Arrogance can be deadly.