To answer your question, you want me because I'm made of awesome.

I looked around, counting the competition. Sixteen. To win, all I had to do was incapacitate each one, place my hand over their hearts and turn my palm into a flame. Easy. Yeah right.

There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.

Evelyn: There's nothing wrong with embracing one's emotions. Brittany: Mom, You don't just embrace your emotions, you make love to them hard-core.

Demon?” Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched of color. “Did you just say demon?” Oh, uh…did I say that?” Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. “No, no. I think I said seaman.

They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.

Sometimes there are good reasons to do bad things.