He's no kind of gentleman. That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
A touch of truth makes a lie worth believing.
How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?
Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.
Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.