Strider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.
Gena ShowalterYour woman wears underwear out in public,โ Sabin said. โMust be nice. Howโd you manage that little miracle?โ โOnly the Deity knows.
Gena ShowalterBeing with a man incapable of telling a lie โ a whole lot of awesome. Being with a man who could taste when you lied โ sucked the big one.
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