Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

When he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admit—" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay — I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything.