Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you!" Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.

Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

Butch repositioned the Sox cap, and as his wrist passed by his nose, he got another whiff of himself. "Ah, V. . . listen, there is something a little weird going down on me." "What?" "I smell like men's cologne." "Good for you. Females dig that kind of thing." "Vishous, I smell like Obsession for Men, only I'm not WEARING any, you feel me?" There was silence on the line. Then, "Humans don't bond." "Oh, really. You want to tell that to my central nervous system and my sweat glands? They'd appreciate the news flash, I'm sure.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.