So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?

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

In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

Sorry to bother you,” Bella said over the wailing. “But she wants her daddy.

Use me. You've done so much for us-" Marissa said. "Not.....for you." V said. "He's alive because of you. So that's everything." V shook his head and turned away from the wrist. "Can't." "I need you. I'm sick from what I do. I need you." Butch whispered. Vishous fixated on Butch. "Only for...you... not me." "For both of us" "All of us," Marissa interjtected. V took a deep breth and bit into the wrist.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.