No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

Trying to wake you,” Bones answered crisply. “I cut you, threw water on you, slapped you, and set a lighter to your legs. For future reference, which one of those do you think worked?” “Good God,” I hissed. “No wonder I thought you were Death incarnate in my dream, and that made me run toward Gregor at first!

This isn't going to be easy," I grumbled as we headed toward the exit. Bones shrugged. "Nothing worthwhile ever is.

People frequently bore me, sometimes amuse me, most often irritate me, but rarely intrigue me.

But the main point is that he still had swimmers in his sacks.” “Excuse me?” “You know, luv. Sperm, if you want to be all technical about it. He still had living sperm in his juice." Cat and Bones

I can give you honesty, monogamy, and more passion than you can stand, but not love. That emotion died in me long ago, as I suspect you already know.

How unconvincing. Try again.