I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage "That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.

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

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

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.