You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

The hardest thing is being with other people — it's like they're on a different wavelength, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

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

He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn’t know what to expect inside—smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts? Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. “Have we stopped moving?” he said hoarsely