I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

What can I say?" I grinned. I have a magic touch when it comes to animals." Daphne snorted. "You're touched in the head is more like it.