You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.
Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.
'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.
I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.
That was a kiss for the record books.
Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?