There aren't any syringes." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school.

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

I’m talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen.” “I thought your mother was dead.” “She is.” “You have a very low standard for communication.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

I wish to be naked before you," she commanded. "Make it so, Manuel.

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

[Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn’t hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.