The dark scary servant of all evil was on his way to rescue me. Somehow that thought failed to make me warm and fuzzy.

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

You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

Your headlights don't scare me.

Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

She put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.

You will tell me what you know now," he said. "Or?" He said nothing, so I elaborated. "See, this kind of threat usually has an 'or' attached to it. Or an 'and'. 'Tell me and I'll allow you to live' or something like that.