Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you'd have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn’t a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let it all go. No need to hide.

Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.