What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

Okay I've been stupid in the past. Not consistently stupid, but occasionally stupid. And I've made mistakes. You bet, I've made mistakes.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.

Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.