It's not big," Veck said, "but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

...He palmed up the life Alert. Death Alert was more like it: Help, I haven't fallen and I'm standing up-can you come and rectify this problem? - Isaac

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

We don’t have to talk about Zsadist. That’s okay. He’s the most interesting part of me.

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM