You have to admit he's good looking," Bree pressed, leaning against my kitchen counter. "Of course I admit it. I'm not blind," I said, busily opening cans.

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.

Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty

My sister thought about it for a few moments. "Well, that's boring," she said finally. "Why can't you read porn of something fun that I could borrow?" I laughed. "Maybe later.

Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.

Years from now I'll look back and remember today as the day I met him. I'll look back and remember the exact moment my life began to include him. I will remember it forever.