V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos." "When did you get them?" "Almost three centuries ago." She whistled. "God, you live that long?" "Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.

John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.

You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

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

For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.