I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

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.

You’re the most experienced investigator I’ve got who’s not tied up in something, and I can’t ask the Consort to look look into it, because A) she and Curran are working on something else and B) when the Consort gets involved, half of the world blows up.

He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.

One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.