That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.

There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)