For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz

The hardest thing is being with other people — it's like they're on a different wavelength, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. "I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here." Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. "God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it?" Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.