Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.