...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.
J.R. Wardhe(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. โIโll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper
J.R. WardWeโre vampires,โ he said. โNot fairies.โ โSometimes Iโm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?โ โHeโs nearly blind.โ โWhich explains why he hasnโt hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.โ โI thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?โ โI free-associate.
J.R. WardBut then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
J.R. WardThere 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.
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