And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes.

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. “Wait. I need to ask him a question.” “You want to know his shoe size or something?” Butch snapped. “Fourteen,” Wrath drawled. “I’ll remember that at Christmas, asshole.