Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes." -Beth

Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

I'll cab it home." "Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl." "I don't have a sugar bowl." "So it'll be next to the bag." Butch smiled. "You'd have made a great wife, Jose." "That's what mine tells me.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.