Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.