First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.

In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

Behind him Kaldar nudged Urow's youngest son. "Bet you he lasts at least thirty seconds." "Um..." Gaston looked at him. "No he won't." "Bet me something." "I don't have anything." Kaldar grimaced. "Pick up that rock." Gaston swiped the rock off the ground. "Now you have a rock. I bet this five bucks against your rock." Gaston grinned. "Deal.

On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.

An evil spark flared in his eyes. "Trade: raccoon for some answers.

Her face looked like it would shatter any second.