Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive." Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood