Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

Being with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

But looking at this closet, so nice and arranged with their crazy lives at rest among these carefully placed clothes and footwear, she felt good about where they were. "Normal" was not a bad things in this lunatic world; it really was. No matter how it happened to be defined.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.