Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?" Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?
J.R. WardI have peanut M&M's up there." "Not my style" "Raisinets." "Feh." "Sam Adams." Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?" "Downright icy." Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. "I want Milk Duds.
J.R. WardDon't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.
J.R. WardWe also mark what's ours. And as I'm not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I'll leave a little more all over you.
J.R. Ward